it’s depressing
to think about the politics of oppression
to think about the end game of capitalism
to think about the disease we call consumerism
we cling to the frail hope that democracy is real
that the rule of law abides
but this is a world of failed states and states of fear
a world we poison for our amusement
earthrapers are what we are
we are a blight attacking the planet and all we share it with
there is no excuse for our cruelty
only shame
yet beauty persists
nature will overcome our temporary infestation
whether by anti-bodies or annihilation
the day will come when earth will be free of us
reconstituting the atoms that have been our bodies
back into nature
to flourish once more
without the hubris and arrogance that blinds us to the truth
everything is connected
in the full roundness of time
we will come again and see this world differently
as guests, not as rulers
accepting reality as it is
naturally
David Trudel © 2014
Conflict
Missile to missile is where we are now
Mano a mano
Is strictly quaint
A caricature of conflict
Which now trades body blows for rows of body bags
Blood running as deep as black ops unhinging
Each Pandora’s box on this green earth
Where Eden has been fracked and strip-mined
Into an unsettling distortion that screams into the black night
Like a twelve year old sex slave before she’s drilled into submission
This green earth that has been pissed on far too much
Scorched into barrenness
Until its skin dries up and is carried away on the wind
It’s not the accumulation of wealth but the hoarding of it
That cudgels our collective whimper like any vicious overseer
Cancerous growths of unmitigated greed eat the body politic
To death
Evil commodified
Quarterly reports don’t include sins of the profit margin
Factory slaves who die in tumbled grief
A middle class outsourced to pay for higher gates and broader lawns
For the fearful few who totter on their towers of transitory wealth
Waiting for a realization of impossibility
Ignorant of the weight of the sewers filled with their misgivings
Flushed with success
David Trudel © 2013
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