The Wool Over Your Eyes

If it were your children
Collateral
In an evil man’s game
B*mbs whirring above
Ready to claim

What is it about distance and skin
Distance and skin
They entice you to look the other way
Allows your empathy
To be kept at bay

What if it was Sonoma
Montreal, Denver, Fresno
Or Tacoma

Would you look then?
50,000 children
If they had white skin
Could you stomach it
If you looked something like them

Land
Lies
Zealots
Claim
Excuses
Power
Win
The
Game

Land up in ashes
Look the other way
It’s not your children
It’s somewhere far away

So pull the wool over your eyes
Bury your head in the sand
They’re not your children
It’s not your land.

By: Kate Ward // Toha Studios // All rights reserved

Made with 100% wool yarn for the weft, and linen warp thread for the warp.