What am I to do,
my dear reader?

The Left has gone mad,
and ravelled up into itself
in games that have little
to do with truth,
and more to do with
self-righteousness
and a narrow vision
from gazing too much at
themselves .

And the Right,
the fucking Right,
have made art of ignorance
to the point of threat
and play with fear,
like a loaded gun
pointed at anyone that
just might be different.

What am I to do and
where should I stand when
the choice is between the
know-it-all crowd with platitudes
and the perveyers of the good-old-times
of comfortable homogeneity
when everything was supposed to be better?

Perhaps I should stand in my own truth
between the rotting trenches ,
and read the world for myself,
and let my compass turn to
the true north,
and not be swayed east or west,
not be cojuled by those who seek to
control the words, even the thoughts.

Perhaps I will stand in my
own dignity and ascend above
the throng that wants to have its way,
and be myself as agent
of the human cause,
of all those who suffer,
who have need, who are forgotten
and beyond the scope of Left and
Right, yet live this life
of finality just like me.

 

1/12/2023