Mean

There’s a part of me that says I should be raging with anger

Hot with indignation at countless depravities

That’s what I get for paying attention to the news

I should be screaming at lawless plunderers

Who litter our world with torn up social contracts

But I don’t

 

I let myself linger in tranquility

 

There’s a part of me that says I should find the beauty of the divine

Slip into a timeless moment and uncover a truth

Hold it up for display and cloak it in magnificent words

But I don’t

 

I search for meaning and discover mean

Mean politics and people

Who sour the well for everyone

Mean spirited time hoarders

Who have closer relationships to fictional TV characters than to family

I discover vindictive revenge that stabs and rips

Jealous meanness that screams if I can’t have it than nobody else can

So I stop searching to return to tranquility

But I can’t find it now

It seems to have been scared off

Which makes me a little angry

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013