indignant

denatured by rage
in this advanced age
when one would have hoped
we'd have long turned the page
on myopic self-serving avaricious intent
to destroy opposition
instead of relent
to inclusion and kindness and being the tide
that raises all vessels regardless of size
or color or flavor or shape or belief
but it seems in our gestalt the best we can do
is enlightened moments surrounded by goo
into which we descend with inexorable ease
drawn by shadow controllers not wise to displease
whose reptilian motives would make you recoil
driven by the emoluments proffered by oil
it seems one step forward then two or more back
awareness once raised quickly falls to the hack
of the mind games and lawyerly drone of the quo
before long the movement somnambulant  grows
and the cadence complexity turns things on tail
we find ourselves court side pants down on the rail
rudely awakened and consciousness razed
when we see our goals violated and displaced
by the greed and the hunger for power from fear
this cycle is endless
it brings me to tears

© 2017 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by one of RC deWinter's Shorties with Selfies