and people got beaten back
to their dank flophouses
it is okay to leave
many do
but what our furious times have added
is disrespect
is indignation
there are many among us now
who, while keeping no stones unturned
to establish
that they are fighting the good fights
have added on to nasty structures,
have fed the vultures on.
beasts that pounce from fore
are easier to fight
but they, who have
clouds & curtains of fake sympathy
to hide behind
while they advertise
smooth ways of life, aesthetic propriety
and other endowments
that capital brings –
hold control. hold power.
you know this.
you know them.
history is old.
there are have been way too many
tiny, tingling times
when you have reached out
and their gates haven’t budged
an inch
meanwhile,
these mad wars,
of classes, races and sexes ,
have raged on,
relentless.
as for the people
who have always been fucked up
by these wars,
who aren’t you and me,
and who won’t be reading this rant,
they know who their real enemies are –
even among those
who feign empathy
but will never build bridges with them
except those through which they can loot more.
they know,
that their darkness isn’t the light
that shines on
those crockery and cutlery
their sounds aren’t the music
that fills
those houses and cars.
as for us,
conscientious objectors,
who,
despite all criminal inheritance
have chosen not to side
with those who fan these wars
it is more confusing.
our false learnings
make us stick on
to false hopes
such as, of finding solidarity,
even among those who masquerade too well
beware these enlightened do-gooders
beware their trends & traits
beware their spaces and times
they are with those they claim they fight
they are with those you claim you fight
they are not your friends
