The Same In The Other
The essence of Art is ‘the same in the other,’
The essence of ‘rights’ ‘I’m the same as my brother’,
And yet as ‘the same’ is not quite ‘the same’
We must play a spot the difference game,
For ‘silence is violence’,
Except when the other
Commits some crime,
And then we must pass the time,
By making the first, original claim,
While trotting out the line
That sentences should be stiffer,
For those who insist we differ.
And those who never fail to mention,
These differences of sameness,
By not remaining silent
And seeking to draw to attention
To things which seem quite plain,
Are also somewhat violent,
And my non silent brother,
Despite his sameness, is no relation of mine,
For he causes great harm and alarm,
Such that our brothers, in their difference, need protection,
Not just from those they choose to murder and maim,
But from him who confuses what is rational,
With what is ‘far right’ and national.
For we mustn’t attempt to apportion blame,
On difference, only on same.
