poems about brokenness

Complete

He was mesmerized by the sound of
People cheering in adulation.
His hunger was satisfied by
Constant compliments. At the
End of the day, he looked online at
The throngs of admirers captivated by
His every movement and utterance.
Before he went to sleep, he watched
The television presenters inform the
World about his latest projects.
He turned off the light, alone with
Complete, desolate emptiness.

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Your House

It’s hard to step out of your house
When all you’ve ever known is your
House and all you’ve ever been
Told about is your house.

There are monsters out there
Who want to destroy you. You were
Warned by those who consumed you
For control and meaning.

Hang On

He worked hard and built up a
Profitable company that hired
Bright young college kids under
The pretense of providing a
Management job.

He worked them as hard as one could
Work people. Most didn’t survive but
The few who did were a good fit for the
Towel snapping and unempathic
Worldview required to hang on.

Mine

What a wonderful place to live.
You couldn’t afford it.
I have an opinion.
Let’s look at it this way.
I know about this.
How did you know that?
I like to do my own thing.
Let’s do mine.
I have a great story.
That reminds me of…

Mercilessness

Sadism personified,
Culture of barbarism,
Fear, cruelty,
Casual violence.

Self-perpetuating system,
Commend bad behavior,
Promote inhumanity,
Celebrate malice.

Respond to everything
With brutality,
Pledge fealty to
Mercilessness.

You Do

You say that you act a certain
Way and then do the exact opposite of
What you’ve just asserted.
There are two options that might
Explain this type of behavior:
One is you don’t realize what you’re doing,
The other is you do.

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.

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.

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.