Tag Archives: contradictions

These are hollow days                                                These are days of magic

That reverberate like warning drums                   Sparkling brilliantly

Calling out for attention and action                       In the sunshine

 

These are days of false promises                              These are days of miracles

When leaders are led surreptitiously                      When everyone connects

Peeling away their morality                                         Reaching across oceans

With each clandestine payment received                To find friendship

 

These are days when processed food                        These are days of science

Is packaged in glamour                                                    When we have seen into

While delivering empty calories                                   Life’s building blocks

That settle on our hips                                                      Bringing healing to the lost

 

These are days of denial                                                These are days of knowing

Deliberate blindness to catastrophe                        Secrets unlocked

When truthsayers are muted                                      Available at our fingertips

By the mighty and the masses                                    Universal knowledge

 

These are days of erosion                                              These are days of perfection

As justice becomes repression                                    When public scrutiny

Socially engineering a new regime                             Surrounds scoundrels

Where the aristocracy of the wealthy                        And truth is crowdsourced

Is protected from crowds                                                Using cameras and phones

By the proliferation of for-profit prisons                 By the oppressed

And when show trials have been replaced                 Who have discovered legs

By state sponsored executions                                        On which to stand

 

These are days of empty entertainment                      These are days enlightened

Squandered opportunities                                                 As divinity descends

Wasted on garish spectacles                                              To anyone who wishes

That serve as grand distractions                                       For transcendence

 

These are days of oppression                                             These are days of hope

When millions are herded into camps                             When we see beyond faces

Displaced by rootless fear and barbed greed                Into eternal truths

When fear is celebrated as a virtue                                    Discovering perfect beauty

And compassion is mocked                                                    In the wonder of it all

 

David Trudel  ©  2013