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It’s Been Days and I Still Can’t Name This One (poem)

It’s Been Days and I still Can’t Name This One (poem).

 

In the eve

Of crashing economies

That never seem to collapse

And dissolving political landscapes

That never seem to change

We feel like rats.

 

We truly do.

 

Rats in a maze

Or ants in the sand

We are contained

Constrained

Played with

And prayed upon,

Fed, yet controlled

By men,

Rich men

Who never seem to fall ill

Once the rations go sour

And we are eating our crumbs.

 

Keep calm and carry on

God Save the Queen,

Compound interests

And manageable inflation.

 

If anything at all,

Four hundred years of “corporation”

Have thought us

Wealth always only goes one way

 

So we retract

We retreat

And retire

 

We take shelter into small homes

That seem to be getting smaller every year.

We give in to simple pleasures of the flesh

Drink ‘til we’re numb

And fuck the pain away.

 

We indulge in the faceless idols of the world

The ever changing faces

Forced fed

Spoon fed, sure

But force fed, still

 

Through screen and paper

We receive their impossible iterations

And accept our feeble limits.

 

We feel irrelevant

We become irrelevant

Disconnected

Debaucherous

Destined to fail

With no end in sight.

We find ourselves stuck.

Trapped somewhere in the middle

Down inside the limbo

Of desensitized aggression

And sexualized despair.

 

We seek revenge on people who have done us no wrong

We wish harm on those would could do us good

Women,

“Others”

Foreigners

We take it all for fact

And to hell with the consequences.

 

We hate for the simple fact that it is easy

And natural to us

Hatred can be as natural to man

And any man,

There are no exceptions to this.

 

Hatred can be as natural to man as love can be

So why does it feel so simple

Why does it feel so seamless?

Why does it seem so fulfilling?

Maybe hunger has something to do with it.

There has to be a reason.

 

Debt and taxes and all the wars of the world?

 

The victims always sound the same.

Over 2000 years since Thucydides

And we have yet to learn a thing.

Same questions hoping for new answers?

Not a god damned thing, I tell you.