Another denied claim.
On the other end,
Someone doesn’t get
The treatment and medication
They desperately need.
Death is but an abstraction
In this office,
A mirage in the distance,
Not worth thinking about.
She goes home
At the end of the day,
Lives her life
With the money she’s made,
Telling herself it’s okay.
Another opportunity to
Automatically, insistently,
Force his beliefs on someone else,
Unwilling to entertain that
Not everyone shares his zeal,
Or wants to.
Each person he comes into
Contact with presents
A new chance to force
Another heretic to
Conform, genuflect,
Submit to his way of not
Understanding the world.
He chuckles at how
Devoted and pure he is and
How dirty everyone else is.
Having had the optimism
Flogged out of him,
He subconsciously gravitates
Toward the first thing that
Promises order and comfort,
Something he’s never had
Nor currently enjoys.
Pretending to feel better inside,
His actions direcly contradict
Blank pronouncements on
Virtue and character,
None of which exist
In his constricted mentality.
Willing to let
Sick people,
Children,
Senior citizens,
Anyone who is not them,
Die,
Because they’re too afraid of
Losing power.
Nonchalant cruelty
Delivered with a
Hypocritical smile.
We can’t do anything about that,
Or that,
So we might as well
Do nothing.
While proclaiming with
An impassive face that
He wants to help as
Many people as possible
And live a life of service,
He does the exact opposite,
Hurting millions,
Establishing an order
Where one point of view
Supersedes all others,
Where truth doesn’t matter,
Kindness perishes, and
Only rot thrives.
One guy fumes at
Giving his hard-earned money
To people who don’t deserve it,
Freeloaders leeching off the system.
He calls it an unfair
Downward redistribution of wealth,
Rewarding slackers instead of
Individuals who work hard.
Another guy considers
That you can’t create an equitable
Society out of people who are
Only looking out for themselves,
Where wealth is
Exclusively channeled upward
Instead of apportioned
For the common good.
One-way conversation,
Let me tell you how it is,
Your opinion doesn’t matter,
My word is the law,
I’m talking now,
You don’t have a say,
Keep it to yourself,
If you don’t like the rules, leave,
I’m the boss here,
You listen to me.
One person talking,
The other not there.
Unpleasant to be around,
A living virus
Spreading fear and hatred,
Unaware of the carnage
He leaves behind,
Each moment a struggle
For relevance,
Complete lack of perspective,
Insight, intuition, tact,
Emotional intelligence.
They gather together
Pretending that
Everything is okay,
Forced smiles on.
This is the
Only occasion when
They experience some
Semblance of normalcy.
It means so much,
Their routine
Existence so
Thoroughly toxic.
The rest of the year,
They meander in a
Disconcerting whirlwind of
Fear, pain, self-loathing.
This one day is
As close as they are
Able to get to
Sanity.
