contemporary poetry

Indisputable

No room for debate,
Mind made up beforehand.
Unrelentingly imposed
Hierarchy – a few on top,
Most on the bottom.
Homogeneity of belief,
Indoctrinated from birth,
Perpetuated by self-interested
Megalomaniacs unwilling to
Consider other perspectives,
Their version of the truth
Absolute, indisputable.
Fabricate the doctrine,
Tighten the yoke around
Subservient subjects,
Keep them in the dark,
The malleable uninformed.

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Longstanding

Outraged that their longstanding
Position is being challenged,
They scramble out angrily
From their holes,
Attacking anyone
Who doesn’t fit the profile,
Obnoxiously making everything
Worse for everyone,
Terrified of equality.

Salves

She surrounded herself with
All manner of people who
Flattered and inflated her to
Fleeting girth and satiety.

When she became listless and
Shrivelled, she summoned
Another retinue and basked in
Sycophantic adulation.

When it came time to repose,
She stifled the cries with
Copious amounts of self-congratulation,
Elaborate salves of deception.

Disremembered

In his quietest moments he
Understood that it was not
Others who merited his caustic
Contempt or held his fate in
Their unworthy hands. It was
He who had the responsibility
To heal the wounds that had
Found permanent asylum in
The disremembered corners of
His unconsciousness.

Disregard

Cavalierly excuses himself
When she deferentially
Asks for help for her family.
A rigged game dependent on
Her subservience and
Fear of merciless reprisal.
Surviving day to day
On the fringes of a
Community that scorns her,
Demeans her very existence,
Considers her less than a person.
Spoiled starched gentlemen,
Primped wilting ladies,
An air of contrived civility
Masks a ruthless
Disregard for humanity.

Reverberating

Reposing in fortified edifice
Overlooking tattered hovels,
Broken dreams that never
Took flight.

Counting his earnings
From the sweat of
Indentured
Beings.

Surveying his lands,
Faceless toiling peasantry,
Noble tradition reverberating
In the present.

Never Would Say

She never would say why
She dated the men who didn’t
Treat her well. One could surmise
That things hadn’t been at all
Stable.

She never would say why
She dated the other guys, the ones who
Called and behaved irregularly and
Insolently insisted on having their
Freedom.

She never would say why
She did not date the next person.
The one who treated her wonderfully.
One might gather that it wasn’t
For her.

It Is

They say it’s
Not about race,
But it is.

They say it’s
Not about bigotry,
But it is.

They say it’s
Not about prejudice,
But it is.

This Way

What will happen when he
Achieves total world domination?
Will it quell the
Feelings of insecurity —
Restore to wholeness
Countless victims fallen
Prey to avarice?
It won’t matter in the end —
He’ll vanish in time —
As we all do.
The legacy of destruction
Cries louder than any
Philanthropic pretense,
Eviscerating the world
To seize some
Artificial sense of security.
As the smoke clears,
We discover, as always, that
It didn’t have to be this way.