They recognize each other,
Indistinguishable,
Echoing the same message,
No divergence of thought,
Satisfied with repeating
Common duplicate drivel,
Absence of critical thinking,
Ordinariness esteemed,
Swimming with the stream.
Once she was gone,
Everyone’s personality
Came into high relief,
Often with unpleasant
Ramifications.
No one could return
To how things used to be,
Struggling to function
In new roles they were
Ill-suited for.
Fraying at the edges
Leading to complete
Disintegration,
Personal needs severing
Fragile ties.
She’ll never wake up and
Wonder why she hurt
So many people,
A mechanism acquired from
Broken adults who never learned
How to be nice to others and
Passed it on to the
Next generation just as
Had been done to them,
Perpetuating reprehensible
Behavior labeled normal.
A dismal death cult
Unmoved by evidence,
Driven by self-hate and
Fear of the other,
Supporting oppression to
Maintain their hold on power.
Nothing grows in
This barren environment,
Only devastation.
They get together and their
Collective brainpower
Devises an outmoded
Way of dealing with the
Matter at hand,
Favoring division,
Eliminating communication and
Any chance to fix anything,
An approach learned in places
Where people don’t know
How to talk about things.
Once a year,
They call in some
Highly-recommended,
One-dimensional expert
To run a few inane activities
Focusing on the superficial
To the exclusion of
Anything of substance,
Momentarily making them
Feel like they’ve done
Something to address
The pathologies that
Riddle their organization and
Will never deal with meaningfully.
They congratulate themselves for
Being forward-thinking.
Their lives are
Based on beliefs
Rather than facts,
Following a trajectory
Of supposition,
Superstition,
Every move dictated by
Some unseen force,
Contrived reality,
Detrimental,
Unproven, unhealthy.
A self-conscious
Group of dunces
Deeply enamored with
Their job titles and the
Sound of their own voices,
Ignorant of their
Limited intellects,
Making decisions reeking of
Ego and insecurity,
Grown children pretending
To be competent.
Each and every
Sordid action
Shockingly demonstrates
They care nothing
For the less fortunate,
Indecency flaunted as virtue,
Cruelty the preferred currency,
A landscape littered with bodies,
Just another piece of refuse
Tossed aside by loathsome ghouls.
