Waiting for something
That might never happen.
Standing by
Just in case.
The days pass,
Nothing changes.
Optimism becomes
Hopelessness.
Another opportunity
To learn and grow.
They need someone to
Give them easy answers to
Difficult questions,
Tell them what to do and
When to do it,
Condone comfort in
Brutality and selfishness,
Assure them that it’s okay
To destroy the vulnerable,
Assert supremacy so they may
Feel a moment of ease
In their fear-addled minds
While attempting to revive a
False past that never existed.
Maudlin longings for
An idyllic past
When things were better
And everyone got along.
No need to worry about
Those other people
Who aren’t part of
The in group.
It’s always been this way,
Some people make it,
Some don’t, the way
It’s supposed to be.
There is a moment when,
Under extreme duress,
His resilience leaves him,
Heart stops feeling,
Loses his humanity,
Is no longer able to
Relate to other beings with
Empathy and compassion.
The remainder of his journey
Is consumed by rage and
A compulsion to make sure
Nobody else enjoys life.
Racism.
The room grows quiet, then defensive, then hostile.
Immaturely unable to face the truth,
Reflect on wrongdoings,
Consider truth and reconciliation.
No change occurs
Without admitting past violations.
Can’t do anything about him,
He marches to the beat of
His own something or other,
Doesn’t listen much to what
Anyone is saying at any time,
Prefers instead to just launch
Into whatever he wants to do
At that particular moment,
Regardless of the outcome and
In spite of what it might do
To the real people around him.
A summer morning,
Standing on a
Balcony inhaling
Quiet air.
Headphones on,
Listening to the
Song that makes
Him yearn.
A string of days
Blur into each other,
Slumped on a couch
Without a hope.
Once he had
Dehumanized them
In his mind,
He was able to rationalize
Any abominable act,
False piety
Obscuring any
Remaining misgivings,
A brutal harshness
Familiar to him and
His accessories,
Furthering the cause.
