L. B. Mek

Clarity of Remembrance within Gratitude

Is there any doubt as to symbolic significance of our butchery

of all things deemed ugly or more profitably - unnecessary 

in those celebratory feasts

of Turkeys and whitewashed legacies.

 

How morose to gift wrap the genocide - still dripping scarlet

under the guise of cultural justification.

It would be the height of dissociative inhumanity

if it wasn’t such a regurgitated tactic of human vanity.

 

Come, sing and dine

with the fine wine

of heritage warped - lies,

give thanks

to the remembrance of atrocities 

and toast loud the land grabs that obliterated

an entire continent’s way of life…

 

Dare we ever contemplate the wrath that awaits to collect

for every sipped smile of wilful ignorance 

in the names of those who were butchered

for being the heroic bastions of their beloved motherland

 

let me ink the burden of Virginia’s cannibalism

upon history’s reeking pages of guilt - that wistful eyes flick past

with the self-righteous abandon of victors, who sleep easy

under the guise of having achieved their totalitarian necessary...

 

If there be any who empathise

at this National Day of Mourning, mortified

by the blood-stained bill of collective inheritance

I merely ask: delve deepbeyond

these shallow apologist words and look out with open mind’s

at the true meaning in choosing to ignore the protests at our doorsteps

just to ensure the continuity of culture’s dipped in such despicable truths.

 

 

© L. B. Mek

November 2020