Posted by: trisigmatic | October 24, 2016

The Red Box

There’s a box in the classroom:
repurposed cardboard, pillar-box red,
emptied of tissues, refilled with words.
And the words are our values.
Our very British values
which are obviously owned by us
alone, as if we alone matter.
And in most minds, that’s probably
all that needs to be said.

I stare at the box
and I wish I could burn it.
(Or at least what its emptiness means.)
It means empathy discarded.
It means comfort disowned.
It means cheering and smiling
and telling the world
how much better, and greater.
How much less, and less, and less.

But at least we have our values.
Our very British values.
Stiff upper lips, and unseeing eyes.
Not cried out, just dried out
and blind.

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