Grant Me the Courage of Rage
and the serenity of what is right
Why must I be serene
in the face of the unseen,
obscene, unclean
forces that rule us
from behind a smokescreen
of distractions and lies
they advertise as something else
to galvanize
their followers,
the wallowers,
in self-righteousness?
Why can't I question
the digression
from the truth?
It's not courage
to take the easy road,
the high road,
the postal code
most travelled.
It's not peace
to accept the lease
on our lives,
the greed that survives
from one life to the next.
My wisdom is seated in rage
at the cage
you set up on a stage
for us to aspire to,
to break into,
when we should be
trying to break out,
find a way out,
not perpetuating
your drawn-out copout.
So, no,
I will not accept
your worn out bet
that I will remain
serenely silent.
About the Creator
Maria Shimizu Christensen
Writer living my dreams by day and dreaming up new ones by night
Also, History Major, Senior Accountant, Geek, Fan of cocktails and camping
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