The Richard Basehart Issue


Nish Amarnath

Echo of the Exiled


Piercing wails rent the air

In the home where she came to be.

The Square Mile, now a Villain's Lair

This isn't just one perp's Fantasy.

It's another echo of growing Despair

Mirroring the cry of Castaway Souls

Who believe fear will set them Free

We wonder how to stop this Nightmare,

Then came an angel; "It's Love," said she.

Not religion, not hate, not insanity.

A gentle hug, a tender kiss, a little smile

Will over time cease social indoctrination

Of children who feel they're in Exile.

This global mess must be Vanquished.

Love wins all, it oughtn't to be Banished.