Nero's legacyA Poem by anartaoThere’s a question that’s been burning
in this head for quite some time, a query based on limits and the
boundaries we design, a pondering based on counting straws
upon the camels back, of a sense of preservation that a species seems to lack Bi-pedal frogs that frolic as the water
starts to boil, the living dead grinning in boxes as
they shovel in the soil What causes so much apathy in the minds
of the first world ? Above each cookie cutter mansion the
flag of self- interest unfurled, but has it been a lesson taught by pure
hunger for the gold with which our hopes and dreams are
hijacked, and our freedoms slowly sold, or simply a form of mental armour
against the hopelessness we feel with every crooked politician and each
back scratching dodgy deal, and when we’re offered handpicked
puppets to represent the peoples voice within a system built round privilege do
we really have a choice ? The earth that has supported us is raped
to feed the needs of a percentage of its peoples whom grow
rich on the proceeds, whilst the rest condemned to spend what
lives are swept from gilded tables in polluted and denuded lands in poverty
that enables the virtual slavery and exploitation
these conditions soon create, and yet the crowned heads still believe
its jealousy that fuels the hate, not the locust mindset driving a hunger
never sated, nor destruction of the earth turned to
semantics just debated, a gap in understanding that what we
deliver is soon returned and simply shutting eyes and ears will
never halt a lesson learned So how much is too much, and when will
asses leave their seats ? for apathy though helpful soon equates with mere defeat We must realise all’s connected in a
myriad of ways and its ourselves that we are hurting
with our unconcerned displays for the future has been written if we
continue down this line and just how do we all wish to find our
legacy defined ? As those whose eyes stayed glued to
screens as flames lapped at the door ? Consuming in air conditioned malls while
temperatures outside soar ? Condemning many to misery whilst we
whine of first world cares, the happiness of others lost in the
scramble for cheap wares, lauding our democracy yet missing the
whole point as we elect liars and thieves who lock
us up over a joint, environmental degradation barely
registers concern, the legacy of Nero, fiddling leisurely
as we burn © 2013 anartao |
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Added on November 6, 2013 Last Updated on November 6, 2013 AuthoranartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
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