Thursday, March 3, 2022

Cocoons of Innocence

I see what I want to see
see what I am supposed to see
and life continues without
my consent or disapproval;
children die in foreign lands,
not because of internal wars
but because of famine...
we sit inside cocoons of
our own freedoms, complaining
not in the least little bit...  I
hear what I want to hear and
hear what I am supposed to hear,
my hearing fades with age
and the aides I have ignored
now have new meaning and
purpose which presupposes
all is well in this land of ours:
a fluctuating weight comes not
from lack of exercise but from
the amount my finances allow
me to purchase each week...
moments step on the toes of a
morning awareness that bears
only seasonal fruit...  still,
we are shielded...
we are protected...
we are isolated away from
all of the rest...  a vast majority
does not give a holy damn
about anyone else but themselves.

24 November 2021

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