Our rhetoric is dangerous
we’ve no idea how many actions it perpetuates

The digital numbs us
fuels such emotionless anger
our thirst for war and guns and fury;
indifferent to the human element

Haven’t we yet risen above
kill or be killed?

I think about how poverty creates this anger
how inequality
both in practice and ignorance
creates this anger
how the naivety of telling someone to
get over it
when the speaker has never suffered
direct results of
what needs to be gotten over
perpetuates this anger
forges this anger

Perhaps the world was always like this,
I am just now becoming more aware of the party

But in this year of two thousand fourteen in christian times
we still thirst to dehumanize individuals we deem unworthy

I, personally, am angry that people refuse to be accountable
for their rhetoric

I, personally, am angry that those who are willing to kill
so that god will bless america
refuse to support america…

I, personally, am angry our Olympic uniforms
and the flags of our nation
are made in
China, or Bangladesh, or Vietnam, or Korea, or Germany;
Where is the vitriol opposing that?

I, personally, am angry that there must be a caution sticker on
a hot beverage warning that the beverage is hot

In handing our hysterical lives over to a virtual one
we now crave human contact and love
baffled why no one listens
pissed at everything
speak more, speak louder and speak with more anger

Conversations are always googled now
refusing to accept ideas

Lost is the ambiguity between fact and what feels like truth;
Outlawing fois gras but encouraging oil…
such arrogant hypocrisy

In the battle for equality, this anger boils up to
selfish greed -
Only those who provide us money
must be protected
Those who provide their services
must know their place:
make sure the dishes get cleaned
buses and trains run ontime
our trash picked up regularly;
we detest the organized strike which inconveniences

Rarely has a wealthy person experienced hard labor;
this is the ideal for our own lives
so
we must play nice rather than honestly
because what if one day we make it into their club…
or at least near to the sanctity of their positive opinion?

Our rhetoric is dangerous
I, personally, am angry
yet who will accept this cause and effect even exists?

 

 

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(written with pen on paper, thinking about Jordan Davis)