Such an odd and incredulous thing
When you choose to give up your humanity
Your personhood
Your heartbeat
The rise and fall of your chest
As your lungs take in
This constantly polluted air.
The exhaust from humanity
The perishable efforts
Are none.
How many of us have already given up
The face of hope
The walk of life
Yet continue to flop across the earth
As a fish out of water,
A proper environment
Dug out and exposed,
Chopped down and rolled over,
Creating this
New World
Where the words ‘take what you need’
Are never uttered.
Where the concept of helping those in need
Does not involve you
Unless directly connected.
Even then it is seen as an obligation,
Not just a reaction,
A simple kindness when you have
Extra.
When did this die?
When can I die?
So this choice to physically leave,
Finally be rid of this disaster we have come to call life
And Government
And Responsibility
And Religion,
And Teaching…
All of it fabricated by faulty,
Hardly even there
Morals.
Designed to keep in check,
To placate,
To keep distracted as you believe you are
Being ****** dry…
Well you are,
We all are.
Yet
Here, with this ability to communicate
I am better off.
There are so many people in the world
Waiting for the bandage to be ripped off,
Enduring those moments of
Eye watering pain
So that the wound may find air,
May find healing breath and
Action to make as
One.
There is more than enough for everyone to be
Happy and
Well taken care of.
So that not another soul feels lonely,
Another belly goes malnourished.
Enough so that every person will never have to worry
About sustenance again.
What would this world order look like?
It could be filled with innovation
And design
And the hopefully True Nature
Of Humanity to thrive
Together,
To build on each others successes.
Instead of this endless jealousy,
This backwards mentality that we are on this earth
Alone.
That we are all meant to sacrifice each other to be
The last one standing.
Well if that just happens to be you…
Then what?
What happens now?
When you think you have everything you need
Except that saving voice,
That soulful touch,
That incredulous connection to another.
Where did it go?
It has been demolished,
On the wrecking site for years.
I do not want to wait for that time,
When things implode.
It is already bad enough,
I cannot walk through this
Fake and tired path
Anymore.
We are animals locked in conditions to
Mimik our true atmosphere...
When those barriers crash down,
Coughing up the dust and misery
You will be left with
Absolutely no understanding of the Earth.
Introduced to the earth,
Humanity would
Perish.
I am already alone,
Just let me go,
Though pleading useless,
As simply no one
Is Listening.
**Sept 29, 2013