Gospel According to The Anti-Sycophant
"Poem" for Everyone Gets a Soapbox - ViMs July Prompt
While the World Burns (We're Arguing About the Spelling)
Hear ye, Hear ye
Ferocity and anti-sycophancy
have been gifted to me
to speak freely
on what I see
but not a plea
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everything everywhere
so damn maddening—
from Gaza and Ukraine,
to those we never hear about
Man is the apex predator
of its own damn extinction
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Rot The Small Stuff (Hurt People Hurt People)
Even without the grand scale of hate,
we see microcosmic mirrors
on intimate levels
Peace and love
are laughed at,
as some kinda hoaky Jerry Garcia bullshit
But look at the alternative
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Hate begets fear and self-loathing,
not just in Las Vegas,
but everywhere
If you're constantly looking
for the worst in everyone,
you'll never see the good
“Death to the IDF” and “Hate for Hamas” won’t fix a damn thing.
Killing is killing.
Death
is
death.
Are we really this numb—this blind—
we think blood will wash blood away?
If you support one side,
you're not noble,
if you're supporting the other,
you're not focused on change.
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Change
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ah yes, the harbinger of death
for some hardcore stuck-in-their-ways
Change is something
so many fear
more than fear itself
Anything different,
standing out
from the crowd of followers,
is locked away, stamped out,
or met with side-eye glances
and under-breath micro-aggressions—
quiet bigotry dressed up as decency.
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Gaslit, Fog, and Fact Police
That's right,
you're all fucked in the head
All trying to be
the most righteously right
Generation of angry, misguided people
looking to blame
someone
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Someone may have made an error
handing me this platform,
but while I have five minutes.
I will use it
Fireproof suit on? Good—
I'll carry on
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meanwhile, elsewhere...
I'm sorry—
the couple kissing on the bus
doesn't match
the perfect couple in your mind
I'm sorry—
that this all needs to be said,
to be actually said,
that I had to actually
write this down and try
and eloquently put into
words and phrases just
how messed up the world is right now
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I want to bash heads together,
scream into the halls of power,
shatter the smug grins of bigots.
But no—not kill. That’s their logic.
Killing them makes us them.
That’s the trap. Always has been.
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Who's The Most Human?
That "homeless junkie bastard"
wasn't always that way
That "hooker paying for groceries and crack"
was once a young girl
with hope in her heart
We judgee—
like talent show buzzers,
quick to slap Xs
before the first note—
too busy, too self-centred
to see the fucking obvious.
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no need for a think tank
the most basic solution
to most of the world's problems
is fucking caring
About yourself and others.
About the environment.
Kindness, love,
and a self-sacrificing spirit
would make the world a better place
in a short fucking time.
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"Put a skirt on love,"
say the pervs
gushing over
the flesh of femmes,
when they're taken
by force
robbed of dignity.
We’re told not to say rape or murder—
It's off-brand.
Unshareable.
Can't monetise the truth.
Don't use
Grapes and unalive
are on-message words
we use to take away
the violence,
the hate,
from the perpetrators
of the violence and the hate
—Victimisation of victims
on a worldwide scale.
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"She deserved it."
"He was asking for it."
"They're disgusting."
"He's a weirdo."
"I don't like your brown skin, slave."
"I don't like your yellow-hued skin, you warmongering commie bastard."
Stop basing your opinion of people
on skin colour, heritage,
ancestry, political alliances,
choice of life, marital and sexual partner.
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Life's not a pissing contest
where "he who pisses the loudest, wins,
be them man, woman, child"
life is about living,
but we insist on
making it all about death
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death waits for us,
true,
but why speed up the process?
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Kindness or Kindness (Last Exit: Love)
I admire and respect
the fallen in wars and battles gone by—
we each have to choose our battles and wars
I take exception
to blind patriotic mentalities and sensibilities
when it's all about
putting yourself or your country
ahead or above others
freedom of speech, should be just that—freedom
that means, questioning
Everything
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Question Benjamin Netanyahu,
Question Mahmoud Abbas,
Question Trump and his gaudy tower of stupid power
(Does Musk still get CCs and WhatsApp updates?)
Question Starmer and Badenoch
Question Putin
Question anyone with power
and always, always
Question those who say
"I'm not a bigot, just traditionalist with preferences,
not a 'phobe, just allergic to the idea of change,
not cruel, just brutally efficient with my opinions."
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I know how you feel, unsure and uncertain
"All You Need is Love" feels like a lie, a smokescreen
But you're already
in the smokescreen of the century,
the smokescreen of our existence
broken hearts and broken minds
can't be fixed with broken promises by people
who crush resistance and take liberty with liberty for profit
wholesale bargain basement sale of freedom to the highest bidder
don't even think about stepping aside to help someone else in need.
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But, that's what you should think,
that's what the goal is.
Kindness
Kindness
Kindness
Love.
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We have enough food to feed the world.
Repeat that a few times and let it sink in, if it's news to you.
Poverty and food shortages,
should not exist.
But greed, power-hungry,
Fat cats in silk chairs,
mouths full of crumbs
they stole from starving hands
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Remember Covid?
"We're all in this together."
from their mansions on top of the hill?
I'm not sure I can explain
Why humans insist on being
the worst on its planet;
but like The Boss said
"I guess there's just a meanness in this world".
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Women and children gather around.
The oppressed and disenfranchised take a knee.
Nothing
and I mean nothing will ever change, the way we want, the way the world needs
unless
we band together,
The soldiers of the freedom to speak, to feel, to love
The defenders of life in all its forms, both beautiful and crooked
The marauders of kindness, spreading wit and whimsy, trust and faith
in humanity
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I am not your prophet
I am not your saviour
I am an asshole
egotistical bastard
blunt enough to say
all that needs to be said
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But kindness—
kindness, kindness, kindness,
love—
that's the real goal.
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So, hear ye, hear ye,
I wish I could say sorry
if you're triggered, or butt-hurt
but I can't lie and grease the wheels
of sycophancy
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I'm not sorry
Are you?
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What are you going to do about it?
What happens if we don't do enough?
Spoiler alert - look out your window
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Poem. For ViM's June Prompt - Everyone Gets a Soapbox. Find out more by following the link.
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