Coffins
You're not woke.
There's no conspiracy.
Some of us are scarred remembering
Epiglottitis. Or Polio.
Smallpox.
You've forgotten.
How about doing your own research about that?
Some of us are deaf because of Measles.
Terrified to go on public transport in case
Your bug is what kills us
As we go through chemo for our cancer.
That "innocent childhood disease".
Is not quite so innocent as you think.
And some of you lost your own children.
We take no joy in that.
The tragic death of a 17 year old.
A family torn apart.
A senseless, avoidable horror.
You think your doctors
Pimps and pushers.
But trust your homoeopath.
When they sell you water.
Do they shed a tear when you die?
Except for their lost earnings?
Do they go to war zones?
Outbreaks of deadly disease?
And disaster zones?
As volunteers.
Science saves lives.
Ignorance and arrogance ends them.
Twist in the tale
Once upon a time...
In a land far far away.
A Boy met a girl
and the boy
fell in love.
But the girl...
didn't give
a fuck.
She
was doing
her
own thing.
Saving dragons.
Making friends with bumbling bears; the
victims
Of a home invasion.
Rescuing hapless bachelors.
From tyrannical fathers who kept them
locked
Chaste
In tall
towers
Pointing
hard
into to the sky.
Or stopping wandering royalty who try to
Kiss teenage girls
As they lay asleep.
But this girl.
She's not real.
Just a fantasy too.
Just like all the other fairy tale princesses.
It's just what the boys dream about
Today
Is different.
The twist in the tale
Once upon a time...
In a land far far away.
A Boy met a girl
and the boy
fell in love.
But the girl...
didn't give
a fuck.
She
was doing
her
own thing.
Saving dragons.
Making friends with bumbling bears; the
victims
Of a home invasion.
Rescuing hapless bachelors.
From tyrannical fathers who kept them
locked
Chaste
In tall
towers
Pointing
hard
into to the sky.
Or stopping wandering royalty who try to
Kiss teenage girls
As they lay asleep.
But this girl.
She's not real.
Just a fantasy too.
Just like all the other fairy tale princesses.
It's just what the boys dream about
Today
Is different.
Pride
People do not choose who they love
But they do choose to hate.
Everyone needs to feel loved.
But hate hurts everyone.
We just want to get on with our lives
But some want to end them.
Hidden away inside ourselves
Because they "just don't want to see it ".
The great shame of our lives
Is not that we don't love who you think we should.
Or that we aren't the gender that was
forced.
It's that we can't teach you how to love
Unconditionally.
Life is madness.
I get up each day and
I work for a boss I hate.
Doing a job I can't stand.
For less than I deserve.
I do this because I'm afraid to follow my dreams.
Because I might fail.
Because I was convinced in school I would.
Because I have a child whose needs
depend on me.
I eat food I know is poison.
Because I'm too tired to cook.
Too poor to afford fresh.
Too little time left in the day.
And because the self-annhilation gives me
Strength
To go on another day.
Until my heart packs in and my children mourn.
My partner grows bitter and lonely.
Still clinging to what is just a memory.
This is our life.
It was my father's life.
And his father's before him.
And will be my child's too.
Unless this madness stops.
Where does the mind go
Where does the sun go when setting?
Sol circles the Earth but night decends for you.
The face in the mirror when you turn away
vanishes forever
when there's no one looking.
Where does the child go when it's sleeping?
They lay on their bed but sail ships into stormy seas.
The art in the gallery is just paper and paint When the doors are clunk closed.
The book is nonsense without the reader.
Words get their meaning in your eyes.
Sounds become speech
When there are ears willing to hear.
The mind wanders but
Where does it go?
And if it wanders how can you tell
it was ever there?