Progression?

Read this poem at a fairly recent open mike, and still quite like it, so posted it up.

It carries on the theme of sustainability, looking a little at how we as agents of society collude to bring collective avoidance into a shaded room, hidden behind the active parts of our minds. Together we passively let it happen.

The hidden always needing acknowledging, even if we choose to keep it hidden in our lives, or our comfy worlds.

So we make our lives sustainable, yet at the core lies this hidden un-sustainable trip hazard, which we have to carefully avoid; and in this case a sacrifice to allow us to mentally go on with our lives. Well something like that; so occasionally we do need to look at these hidden truths, and perhaps let them act upon the non linguistic, non verbal psyche; remembering without words. remember?

Oh and I do not like celebrity shows; what do they reveal about ourselves?

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‎Listen away if you can;

The corpse in the corner of all our eyes.

We squirm at spiders on the floor and some squeal ‘help!’

Rats make us hitch up our clothes and call out ‘something must be done!’

So unhygienic!

But we sit watching celebrities eating squiggly wriggling insects for star points,

And fail to stare at children starving; …………..that is too much.

A bad taste in the mouth; bad and inappropriate television,

Yet children die every minute, and warfare kills,

And squirming at nasty things is normal.

But diversion-rating wars are raging.

You may look me in the eye and ask me, am I any better?

But does that not say it all about us?

Communicating together to ignore the un-acceptable,

Embracing the trivial to our hearts to stop them hurting,

Bleeding from our mind’s eye that child dying,

The mother’s grief howls and whimpering,

Because we just can’t get ourselves to act together

As our feelings are too precious to see what’s real

And humanly, with media’s help

Together we arrange the curtains to hide,

The corpse in the corner of all our eyes.

I am no better; say this out loud!

“I am no better”

But that is no excuse for you or me,

The machine of entertainment the tank of trench warfare

Truth the infantry solders bogged down in a killing ground

Marked out by the media generals,

Spun by the patriots who live for the greatness of it all

And emote on the brave injured and killed,

To fight for the promise of desires that will be fulfilled,

Of wealth beyond that in which we are living,

If we battle on and build the common dream,

Sleep walking through a war we cannot even see,

But in our minds we still see peeping,

The corpse in the corner of all our eyes.

Humans over time have committed the heinous,

Atrocities, land taking, ethnic cleansing and killing,

Raping the pretty, killing the old, ugly and the babies,

Burning our souls to fight for our blood-lines.

But never before have we known the world width of injustice,

Never before have we Capital at our hand,

And stood quietly in the viewing big wheel high up above the landscape

To agree with the Third-Man, that down there they are all so insignificantly small,

That we can snuff out a few of them without worrying, noticing.

We are tightly muffled by the enormity of our own life problems,

We will all simply forget ‘Them’; it is far too difficult to remember,

The corpse that is peeping in the corner of our eyes:

“The corpse that is peeping in the corner of my eye”.

Remember?