Comfort

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Sending Comfort to 

Venezuelan refugees 

not the millions we’ve 

long been creating every-

where we please. Why do we send 

hospital ships there

but bombs to Doctors Without 

Borders everywhere

as if the sun’s glare makes the 

Red Crescents look like targets

we act like we care 

but we don’t give shits and we 

never did, let’s not 

kid ourselves, let’s not pretend 

that we’re sending them comfort.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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