a low moan
whining air time
winding
through the anxious bowels
of it’s-all-on-the-line
existence
is nothing embarrassing
or controllable anymore
statements can be questions
and all the while
the answers
are easier to avoid
in These Days of error
through trial
does this make any sense
when relevant action
is no longer well-to-do
or respected
Enough.
or is it respectful enough
because it goes both ways
you see?!
maybe don’t ask…
once upon a time
i was shamed
and was ashamed
or at the very least
awfully,
awfully uncomfortable
you know
for myself
for you
and for us
These Days
i don’t care to care
quite so much
no more political apologies
i’m awfully sorries
or supernatural silences
to appease and protect
a drowning society
sinking in brutality and suffering
that’s wilfully, selectively
Collectively
unnoticed
or ignored
until
humanity somehow stands
to gain.
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