Monday, May 6, 2019

May the sickness cease

How do I work toward a goal
when I have no agency?
Stuck in this sticky stew,
the best I can do is suck
air through a tube to breathe.
Plans to move upward lead
only to grief.
Preach from your perch above
that losers deserve our sad
destinies.
You speak to ears
too submerged to hear.
 
 
 
 
I understand – You are relatively wealthy, therefore
happy to carry the myth of rich man’s virtue.
But what about all of those yous who never
“made it”?  Is that because you are too lazy,
undisciplined, just bad?
 
 
 
Rejecting a truth because cynical politicos use it
to manipulate, is them winning the battle to control
your hearts and minds.
 
 

5/6/19 

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