They said that compassion had gone out of fashion, they labelled it ‘leftie’ or ‘woke’,
Called kindness deluded, and then they excluded, derided each critic who spoke.
They said good was bad, implied that we had a sad lack of national pride.
Could we not understand the grand things they had planned?
Dear reader, I’m sorry
They spoke words of hate in every debate, they traded on fears and fright.
They scapegoated others they said weren’t our brothers, increasing their peril and plight.
They tried to ignore both morals and law; they twisted the truth in my mind.
Violence increased, tolerance ceased:
An eye for an eye leaves all blind.
We’re drowning in news, with multiple views, competing for fractured attention.
Can grey become white, can wrong become right? Lies are too many to mention.
The facts are refuted; the truth is disputed. It’s getting quite hard to see straight.
Misled people-power is, hour by hour,
It may be too late.
While much of my trust has crumbled to dust, my hope and my faith yet may stay.
True human compassion can’t pass out of fashion. It written in our DNA.
Though at this late hour, clinging to power, they pit us against one another,
Most people are kind and I know my own mind: