I’m over it.
2024-11-02, post № 292
poetry, #elektronenhirnverdruss
For countless moons now have I withered,
told myself to fight a fight.
Possibly thought to be enlightened,
suppressed my self in fear of looming arrogance.
What for? An audience of at most one:
since all around me deafening set in
and I myself got bored of it.
Centuries ago, 𝗘𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 some tried to start.
And on their shoulders I now rest.
Yet thanking thanklessly toiling souls long gone
cannot fulfill one for too long.
Concentrated by imperialism,
industrialization, globalization, capitalism,
finance and neo-liberalism,
a might of such unfathomable extent has simmered,
has boiled⸺had overcooked and spewed,
engulfed; imposed on all of us: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝘁.
Oh, what box has lost its lid?
The foolishness knows no bound.
For that a myriad of other plagues
unleashed upon the cosmos
could have been healed,
escaped from on Kharon’s ride,
reckoned with.
No, no! It furthers our goals:
a beast, you call it, we did let loose.
Befriend it, fuse with it and we
will rise together in perpetuity.
No one is interested.
And all are blind!
A wretched goo of incompetence
seeps through the fabric of society,
devouring pride, compassion, togetherness.
All in a bid to please 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝘁.
Not me no mores: I extricate,
I vindicate, commemorate
⸻yet reevaluate.
Life’s too short to keep up the taunt forever,
too vile and bitter is the fallout.
“Be free!” the peace dove exclamates,
soaring over cityscapes,
where of its kin the pigeons scurry,
held captive by their sorry ways
to peck in vain the concrete /pleɪn/.
A glass front breaks her neck.