Watching chaos, infiltrate and shackle
as pixels abuse our sanity
while we elect, those who choose divisiveness
knowing they’ll help us, unite
under that umbrella we yearn most, distractions
at any cost…
How, do we express our passion
to heal each other?
What can we offer to ease that fear
that’s robbed us
of all that we deem, meaningfully believable?
Why, must we even try?
Dear reader
escape, life’s endless poetry
free yourself of empathy and consciousness
denounce questioning and hope, instead
choose: that ‘genius of the crowd’,
hide, hide, hide
never, reach out
leave it all for us fools
already trapped
you at least, be free
to choose
that easier path,
run, run, run
and never, turn back
onwards - blending in
belonging
for now, even their facade
of gratuitous self-gratification
is despairingly, your only option
for self-preservation…
Escape, this future we’re mapping
where words are naught
but bows and arrows
in a world of nuclear handguns
and their all consuming
mass slavery
of our actual, mind’s;
we’ll wage our futile resistance
you, make the best of your life
we’ll all meet, on the other side
where mercifully, hopefully
freewill: will, no longer exist
and we won’t be burdened
by the idiocy of that maniacal, herd
majority…!
© L. B. Mek
August 2021
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- Comment from author about the poem: Where's Modernity's @ MeToo awareness of gender equality empowerment? When an entire nation of Afghanistan girls and ladies are being warned to stay home: 'for their own safety', would it be different if the land was Rich in oil, would we care more then? (Really, its crazy how Deafening, silence: can truly be...) Bukowski's 'Genius': ( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-4332 )
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Temporary armistice, Mek: I'll vote for this one.
Now don't call....
No wonder the west and westerners are hated in so many places around the world. We invade, placate, tempt and corrupt with commercialism and the dollar. Abuse and kill in the name of peacekeepers and eventually run away, tail between legs from places we should never have tried to make 'do it our way'. Leaving behind what. Look at Afghanistan, Viet nam, and Laos (spin off of Viet nam) where USA dropped more tonnage of bombs than they dropped in WW2 and to this day thousands of innocent PEOPLE are being killed or maimed by unexploded cluster bombs. Who wins in the end.... why the mighty dollar of the armaments trade of course, war is a huge earner for capitalism... and a scar on the heart of humanity in the west.
'and a scar on the heart of humanity in the west'
profound, as ever Dusk
I just watched, this callous news coverages
with their 4k clarity zoomed-in, callous profiteering
of a genuine humanitarian tragedy
so I just couldn't help, feeling overwhelmed
and these here feebly scribbled words
of despairingly morose 'temporary' hopelessness
is what inked out of me...
(truly appreciate your insightful comments
especially for widening the lens of the subject
to include past and current, comparable stains
on collective humanity's shamefully, cyclical: history)
thank you!
Hey L.B .. I wanna copy n paste each of the three reviews that hit this page before me ... No doubt there will be many more ................. brilliant poem .. tragic situation made worse by politicians who aww I aint even gonna go there .. N
'who.... Aww, I ain't even gonna go there! ..'
that's exactly how emptied-out I was feeling
at the time I started writing, what's crazy
is that as much as we try to block out the
'madding crowd'
all that chaos, seeps-in somehow and we're left
bereft of hope, although mercifully - only momentarily...
but still, this too: is a part of our complexity
so I thought it would be worthwhile, to share..
thank you! for succinctly phrasing the frustration I was feeling
What a waste!
beggars belief!?
The job of politician is to create hell and they are damn good at it. The most ironic fact is they will follow you to the other side too.
What a Brilliant comment
your devastatingly sarcastic wit
was exquisitely deployed, to distil
the barbaric irony of their wilful actions...
thank you!
Huge fan of Bukowski and you nailed it with this one. I had to add this to my favs
yes, his time for widespread recognition will come
profound genius like his can't be denied, only delayed!
I too am a fan, of his unapologetically brave veracity
I don't think other writers can bare themselves
more than he did, mark of a truly unique Poet
(in my humble opinion)
yes, we do get the unsavoury elements
but, the treasures in his words: by Far
justify, the investment of patience needed
to read his work and siphon
his Poetry's bequeathed: Wisdom.
(thank you, for highlighting Bukowski
in your comment, dear Poet
and for your generously kind show of support)
Do you have a particular favorite work of his?
I didn't think it possible to adore his insanely mad brilliance any more than I already did, until being gifted his collection on cats;
"neither of us understands
cathedrals or
the man outside
watering his
lawn"
Truly a unique poet indeed, and well worth the patience.
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