By Andrew McDonald
I will become a scapegoat in the years to come. As people flee their burning homes, they will look at me—queer, disabled, gypsy child—and they’ll say, “This is your fault.”
And I’ll be punished, not for my sins or theirs, but for the sins of the men in the sky who will look down and say, “They weren’t worth it.”
I will be safe in the years to come. As I struggle to lay foundations, my neighbour will clap me on the back and say, “Together.”
And we’ll look up at the sky and think, They weren’t worth it.
This is beautiful!
Thank you!
Poignant!