Archive for the ‘People Suck’ Category

Red Terror,

White Terror,

Day Terror,

Night Terror.

Every day terror,

everyday,

every waking and sleeping moment,

terror,

when people are around.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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You pray,

you believe,

you hope.

Life goes on,

people suck you dry.

You get disenchanted,

disappointed

and exhausted.

You pray,

you try to believe,

you want to remember

what hope felt like.

One day you give up.

Soon, you will die.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

There was a window,

but it has shut.

Perhaps tomorrow,

perhaps tonight,

your time will be wasted.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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.