What's Our Hurry?
The agony & the irony of our race to the grave.
Love, lust or bitter revenge,
empty release
between casual friends,
Such myriad means
to a singular end ~
Or beginning; for the few and the lucky.
Those who presume ~ so quick to assume
that to act on desire is disgraceful
Is their rhetoric so?
How on earth can they know?
About a subject they find
so distasteful
I look around
and Im hopeful but wary
Will progress
be ever paid for with blood?
At least in my state
I am free to be me
But for most,
things aren't looking so good
Ancient traditions have asserted their hold;
no longer content
with the simple and the old
Those who don't buy the scripture
still do as they're told;
every last soul
bought and paid for.
Shameless; the jurists,
swilling champagne on yachts, looking, for all the world
Like fat tourists in culottes
Are they really beyond the reach of our indignation?
Like a tenured professor, priest’s vow to confessor, sanctified in their unholy station
So what's to be done?
Ring the doorbell and run?
Or just sit here and stew
in my fury?
Why rattle the bones?
Supply the neighbors with drones?
If the end’s truly nigh
What's our hurry?
About the Creator
Eva Marie Chastain
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."
~Franz Kafka
Comments (1)
Yeah, drones, and karma catches up eventually. Nice job.