#poem, «Flying to Hell»

I saw Venus and Jupiter conspire against Mars

and I listened intently,

pretending I didn’t hear their rumours of war,

but war soon began and the refugees ran

to some nearby place…

I saw apples and oranges rage against grapes,

their colourful arguments filled with wild rage,

and I listened quite well as they talked battle plans

and the refugees ran far away from their lands…

And the refugees came to my shores in great numbers,

suffering heat, cold, thirst and hunger

and I prepared quite a feast to welcome them here

while my government closed their eyes and their ears,

to the plight of the poor, the maligned and the weak

they were soon turned away

or cruelly interned

in a cell,

or an airplane

flying to hell…

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 07 JUN 2025 – Valencia, España