Plastic Tents, Cement Floors

Do you care about what happens to your neighbor?
Those Frantic bodies scatter and skip
Across the cold knife of our Atlantic,
Underneath the scathing equator of our dear Pacific -
Underwater, a civilized man cannot
Tell the difference-
Dark, Darker turned light- Skin cut turns Red
Canvas boots rattle on top dry blood and grey matter.
Hear them? Creole- Arabic- mute it.
Their guttural screams all sound the same.
I cannot hear my program on Television.