The poetry or takeaways secured while wandering the 🌎…the vastness amid the smallness of it all… and the error… or sins we create by choosing to be stationary in our… inhumanity.
We choose to be cruel and profane, simply because it requires little effort, other than being complicit with hate, granting it a safe space… by way of finding a proxy for the ugly that we deny… lives within.
It is incumbent
in my role
as a poet
to listen, silently
to the impeccable diction…
of the duality of
humanity
ignoring the fallacies
and telling
the truth.
Pledging fealty
to cruelty
through the veneers
of inequity…
These fiends wield
the virtues
of fuck you –
what’s mine is mine,
none for the
others,
especially those
who are deemed
inferior to the myths
posited by the
imperial…
inhabiting glass houses,
while throwing stones
like no one
is home –
unwilling to
toss scraps
to the dogs
or the emaciated…
all while wielding
a mouthful of
a scripture…
amid a heart full
of hate.
A reading of the following... as a contribution to the Pa and Son Adventures (below)
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