Closed borders, closed windows, closed minds,
how can people live behind the blinds,
they choose their eyes and ears to cover,
even though there is so much more to discover.
They block the roads, they build a wall,
instead of flying, they choose to crawl,
instead of seeing the world from above,
into the ground their heads they shove.
Instead of trying to help they sink the boats,
they pretend they didn’t see the infant that floats,
they lie, they try to find excuses,
they cover up, they hide the bruises
They hear populists calling them “strange”,
filling the people with fear, hatred and rage,
they say they are different, they don’t belong here,
that they can make them tomorrow magically dissappear.
They call them “terrorists on disguise”,
but they don’t dare to look them in the eyes,
for what they’ll see if they come close enough,
is the pain and a life that has been already rough.
Closed borders, closed windows, closed minds,
how can people live behind the blinds,
they don’t care, they don’t try to understand,
it’s enough for them to turn around and pretend.
Pretend that everything is alright,
pretend that they didn’t have to fight,
pretend that they can continue with their lives,
pretend that their words are not sharper than their knives.
They close their minds into a box,
everything different, is crashed on the rocks,
they can’t even politely talk, they growl they roar,
attacking refugees, misfits, the gay couple next door.
The air in the box is getting toxic and dense,
every new interaction is getting intense,
they don’t see the trap, they run for the bait,
locked in their mindset, they rot, they stagnate.
They will look at themselves into the mirror one day,
trying to be redeemed, they’ll cry and pray,
they’ll be angry but there’s no one to blame,
frightened by the look of the monsters that they became.
19.01.2019
Jimmy Larus 