Zzang: Archive – Random Poem

 

The Common Cause

He stood onstage to sing
and write in script (like scriptures)
"what we call human nature
in actuality is human habit" and
he was wrong.
We've been born into believing
we need a government on paper
that can accomplish more alone
than our million human hearts;
we've built our throne into a bed
and fallen asleep (with the ovens on)
content in a superficiality
of perfection and scientific morality
married to a guise
of conservative sanctity (masking greed).
The books have been changed to
fit the sings that are in style,
but nowhere would they dare to
dream back to the wonder of fires lit
in children's eyes to look out
across a sea of stars or a blue
sky that never ends that has
no explanation in sight.
(we don't want to see the magician's strings so we can still feel amazed)
The answers have all fallen short
and if there is no great hand creating
us all for one purpose
there can be nothing except ourselves
(the window of the eyes above all others)
born within;
what we call human nature
in actuality is American inbred culture.

-Joe Decarolis

 

 

 

 

 

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