Posts Tagged ‘Society’

What went through your mind,
In those terminal moments?
As control was lost,
As the tyres cursed the road,
Before the impact,

Was it your family?
Your soon-to-be tearful spouse?
The little ones left behind?
All those holidays you’ll miss,
That place at the table nobody speaks of,

Or was it that last drink?
The sweetest of the evening,
The one your friends proposed,
The one nobody stopped you gulping,
Your conscience included,

Was it how you’d be if you made it?
The changes you’d make,
You’d get that new job,
Stop seeing that other woman,
Stop getting bags from that bad man,

As the vehicle careens,
It leaves tyre tracks,
Not only of obsidian rubber,
But also of a life of mistakes,
A car wreck of a life.

This keyboard,
This plastic muse,
An instrument of your will,
Like the typewriters of old,
With these keys,
Q and A and N,
You can fire off a qwerty salvo,
For ire or peace,
Be you philosopher or troll?

This keyboard,
It’s a portal to the world,
A bridge for communication,
Or a facade for animosity,
Your hands become megaphones,
For complaints and poetry and belle-lettres,
The keys enable your artifice,
For ill or morality,
Be you dictator or philanthropist?

When my mind wanders,
Satchel in hand,
Along that silk road,
Passed borders and ideologies,
To those far eastern lands,
I cry tears of cracked sapphire,

My pleas may be silent,
But they are well-meaning,
Please reconsider,
Why not be a peoples republic,
For the actual people?
A land of plenty,

Such an elaborate and beautiful culture,
A land of swirling dragons,
A survivor of eras,
You should share your ways,
But not through a lense of conquest,
Join the party,

Is building a world,
With smog and meat wagons,
Wet markets and pointed heels,
With tear gas,
And censorship,
The only way for you?

Do you hate us so much?
Is control that important?
Are the parades of pride or of intimidation?
That great wall of yours,
Is it emotional as well physical?
Is it a bulwark against humanuity?

You’ve survived tyranny,
The burning rays of a rising sun,
And the hordes of mongolic composite bows,
You can be better,
A guardian spirit,
A watchful red dragon,

Please reconsider,
You can be better.

I hesitantly watch through my grimy window,
I spectate the mad streets below,
They are bloodcurdling places,
There be monsters,
There be humans,

I was once full of naive optimism,
I have the claw marks to show it,
Scars that were once sweet nothings,
Let down far too many times,
Now I find myself disliking you all,

I don’t like your looks,
Grey and black conformity,
Societal cannibalism,
Anthills of suits,
Fake eyelashes and manbuns,

I don’t like your sounds,
Hollering and ranting at one another,
Rudeness grates on my brain,
The diamonds among you,
Do not improve the haul of coal,

I may be repulsive,
Built on contempt,
But you are you,
Human unkind,
Human lose the race,

Why are you like this?
Why does your kind only destroy?
Are you truly mere monsters?
Manticores and medusae,
Or are my eyes blinded by isolation?

The party of the year begins,
Stretching from dusk until dawn,
Tonight we are all lords and ladies,
We come to wage war upon the night,
Music blares like a trance,

Speaking in tongues,
We dance in vivid masses,
Our forms jig madly,
As if possessed,
And perhaps tonight we are,

The stars pour glasses of glitter,
We cheer like demons,
Just radical energy,
Just primal spirits,
The moon twirls with glee,

There are no races or colours here,
Civilization fades in the haze,
Only bodies and love remain,
Tonight we die,
So we can live again come the morn.

So I awake to the pain of the sun,
No reaper this time,
Not this time,
Another day,
Another dud,
Sleep was death without the commitment,
But I’m a dedicated soul,

So lets rise from this silk crypt,
The corpse rebels,
But enough straining gets it going,
Disquiet at the breakfast table,
A smoke or three,
Some whisky in my cornflakes,
The sun keeps burning,

Lets see what jokes god can pull today,
Daylight is oppressive now,
Longing for lightning or comet,
To the salt mine,
Got to win that cheese to prolong the punishment,
Hip flask break time,
Turn the spine and arms to putty,

Longing for my noncommittal death,
Yearning for my mausoleum,
Both tonight and at the finale.

The Earth is amidst a storm,
Grey and ghastly skies,
But let us not forget,
When the world is taking in water,
There are those who wish for the future,
To have an upward trajectory,
For division to be subtracted,
Those whose years have not yet seen the gloom,

The youths wield their weapons,
Spraycans and paint,
They wash the drab away,
With images of doves,
And purple fingers crossed,
A mural of prismatic positivity,
In violets and teals,
Tattooing the world with hopeful graffiti,

I envy their zeal,
They wave and call to hopes light,
As it crosses the street,
Elusive hat brim floorward,
Does hope hear them?
Does it see their art?
Does it hear their pleas?
Or does it continue on into the rain?

The likes,
It’s all about the likes,
An unfathomable habit,
Please like them,
Please like this,
Please like that,
Please like me,

There’s a monkey on my back,
That likes anything and everything,
A dirty injection of blue,
An azure pill on the tongue,
A line of tainted teal powder,
Smoke from a spliff,
In the aspect of a thumbs up,

The world wide web,
It’s my dealer,
Trenchcoat and hat held low,
Robotic mannerisms,
His sales pitch?
“Here, just like and subscribe”,
A demeaning transaction,

I crawl up to it,
Languishing and broken and hungry,
But it offers no sustenance,
No banquet,
Just the likes,
And I still thank it,
I’m addicted to be sure,

Please like this,
Please like that,
Please like me.

We lost a man today,
I did not know him,
But i’ve heard his story oftentimes,
Police stops and biased chains,
Run down underdogs of colour,
Undeserving of vitriol,

Despite a merciless knee,
From an agent of racist divide,
He has risen,
To become more than himself,
An icon,
A catalyst,

Despite his past,
He has become a black knight,
Perhaps a ronin,
Not born to silver spoons and equality,
I’ve heard his story oftentimes,
He is every brother and sister beaten by blue hands,

Through his sacrifice,
To a cruel unfair world,
Equality has gained a new warrior,
There have been hosts before him,
Learn their names and stories,
Please,

Rest in peace now,
You face and life shall shine on,
All lives may indeed matter,
But some need our assistance,
Our vigil,
So let us preach black lives matter.

I stumble on,
I’m a necrotic husk,
I’m a zombie in a lab,
Hooked up to rancid drips,
Via barbs of mouse clicks,
Lurching around a connected world,

Dead eyes locked on to a screen,
Following a trough of media feed,
All thumbs and yellow smirks,
Opinions and threats zooming by,
My gaunt expression never shifts,
Wearily drooling,

Necromantic interaction,
Torn skin of shallow sheep,
Guts of private conversations,
Detritus of attention seeking,
Red chocolate of tribalism,
I’m a consumer of social flesh,

Am I addicted?
Is this addiction?
But I must eat to function,
I must consume to exist,
So is this addiction a necessity,
In this modern social world.