My fears play out before my eyes - poem

This is precisely what I’ve warned about: passive genocide 

“passive” may be too generous when you must know deep inside

that lockdowns in a cramped camp has just one result.

Killing by default, by doing nothing

the perfect crime.

I’ve known that this choice was coming.

The conditions in these camps will eventually give rise

to waterborne desease, it won’t be a surprise;

disentry and cholera are still an inevitability.

I would wonder what the world would do then

but covid-19 came first

its now, we have to choose, will we save them?

The choice is binary

I fear it has come to this finally

its one thing or the other.

Either we decide that they are of equal worth

that they deserve maximum life preserved

if we decide this though we can’t keep polluting this earth

But that’s a matter for another poem, another time,

right now I’m asking, begging you to find

empathy, some mercy,

kindness in your heart

to make the choice to save them

how do I explain the other in Art?

Option two, it’s the easy ride

I’ll say it again: Passive Genocide

laziness can be lethal.

Its killing by doing nothing

you must know this means mass death

if we don’t do fucking something.