‘Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled’
Mixed feelings
A nation divided.
Red and Blue,
North and South,
Lives enhanced
Lives destroyed.
Headstrong and
high achieving.
I was 12 when
ambition grew,
it faded three years later.
I remember water in
yoghurt pots,
grateful for a biscuit break.
My mum provided milk
The state didn’t have to.
‘We wrestle not against
flesh and blood’
In that box
there lies a woman.
A mother,
A grandmother,
A body of a soul
That did what she did
Because she believed it
to be right at the time.
Judge not,
Her family are losing
a branch of their tree.
The roots of which
will always be with
us,
It is passed.
It is in the past.
Leave it there,
Dis-spell your bitter hearts
and pour out love
instead into your own families,
Find me a man who hasn’t been
scarred or slain by another’s actions,
It is not in the moment we can
change
It is in the action we take afterwards.
Let yours be in love.
awritersfountain 
That is hauntingly beautiful!
Thank you, ironically the protests inspired the poem of tolerance. If only the people could realise the difference between person and policy.
It has taken a week in my mind. My own feelings are for and against, I wasn’t sure… But what good is hatred now… In 2014?
Steps down off the soapbox stored away decades ago, poetry not politics.