Responsibility

Figments of communal responsibility.

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To be loved

To be birthed into a world beyond

Our capacity to comprehend

But We created this

 

To live is

To die

To walk away from all of our worries like we

Were running towards anything more promising

But We decided to leave

 

 

To show them all apathy

Because someone displaced enough empathy

For him to abandon his desire for to sympathize

Not he, but We did this

 

To f**k away her compassion

To disacknowledge her innate passion

Her demise is seen, penetrating

Her very soul in orderly fashion

Not her, but We did this

 

To be complacent enough

To encompass conditioned needs into conditioned words

To help condition the alone

To feel lonely

Not they, but We did this

 

To be youthful

To grow too fast and run though existence like a bat in

To hell, laughingly scorched

And We did this

 

 

To glue ourselves together like

God’s art project

To impress the devil like he wanted him

To come back, but I haven’t seen either so

Its just Us doing this

 

To sleep until sunrise

Like we’re chasing the rays of light that

We couldn’t get while hidden

In our cubicle the day before

But We did this

 

To empower citizens with

Emptied words drained as their meanings

Dripped their last ounces of purpose into an idiots mouth

From a subdued teat, hanging limp on a poet’s chest

We did this

 

To squeeze our lives into homes with

Husbands and wives, measured heights and widths

We restrained life to the home of a deathbed

But We’re beginning this

 

To wage

To die in a war for an inefficient monetary reward

Our work area is a battlefield in a war we’re

Not sure what we’re fighting for

Because We began this

 

To be a human

To need what can’t be had

To create a substitute that won’t

To suffice for depravity

We did this

 

But We’re not human, we’re civilians, we’re residents, we’re soldiers, we’re workers, farmers, babies, adolescents, adults, teens, lovers, fuckers, fighters, murderers, rapists, pseudo intellectuals, scientists, students, children, poets, authors, artists, patriots, bakers, a title we created instead of what We are.