Archive for the ‘People Suck’ Category

I’m an optimist:

when they leave,

I don’t expect them to come back…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

People,

the ultimate pawns.

Atomized

or collectivized,

deluded, denuded,

used,

despoiled, destroyed.

Pawns.

People:

expendable,

broken toys.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Public privations…

humiliate,

frustrate,

desecrate

(the soul,

and everything that could be beautiful).

I close my eyes and try to think of something else as I crouch over the bucket. But the guards’ jeering laughter is hard to ignore.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Clanging cymbals,

banging wood,

hollow man,

tries to prove his existence,

pretence of meaning…

What chance?

He continues:

cheap talk,

cackling,

banal,

deadly to the soul.

I hold my breath to the point of oxygen starvation,

waiting, forlornly,

for peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I looked up at the cloudless night sky,

impressed, as ever, by the stars, planets

and other phenomena on show.

And I was reminded how little we humans know,

how much of what we think we know

turns out to be wrong

(take perceptions of Pluto) …

and can we even be sure of what stars really are?

Then my eye caught a twinkling, down below, at ground level:

Christmas tree lights.

Yeah, that’s about the epitome of human achievement,

the sum of what we are “good” at,

that and exploiting others,

getting fat

and trashing Earth.

 

Everybody thinks

everybody else

is trash.

Guess what?

En masse,

they’re right!

This is the world we have become.

 

The Boyars are back in town,

the Kulaks are happy,

the revolution’s complete,

360.

The people are screwed,

further than ever,

into and beneath the ground.

Oppression.

Compression.

Landfill.

Nastiness rules in society,

no real gain.

 

Discombobulated.

At first glance I thought it said:

Kinder, Küche, Kirche…

The 3 Ks,

what women are meant to be,

as they used to say,

devotees.

Then my eyes focused

and the words formed more clearly…

My preconception was incorrect.

Reality was way more banal.

These thoughts repeated as if on video loop

through my mind,

as I felt the crash

of a fist

or a rock

hitting my skull,

then another

and another.

Dazed,

I fell to the ground.

Bloodied and soiled.

Sullied, desecrated.

Woman misunderstood,

stoned.

 

Ideologies and philosophies,

much like preachers on TV,

they all have their shortcomings.

All that is human is subject to corruption,

avarice and pride,

as we pretend to comprehend the Divine,

the paragons we favor, decide upon, preside,

as we discriminate against another,

every day, we blaspheme.

One way or another,

we *all* blaspheme.

 

It doesn’t matter…

YES, IT DOES!

It’s okay…

NO, IT ISN’T!

Sigh,

the pains,

your selfish, self-centered

actions and words

cause.

The pain,

the angst,

may you feel it tonight,

yourself,

a kind of hell (comprende?)

and may you moderate

your apparent hate

for me,

pray, considerate.

Else,

Tomorrow,

Fall.