It is impossible to face even a small portion of the daily institutionalised horrors of this world without sometimes sinking into anger and despair. Yet it is not something that is acceptable to talk too much about. I am beginning to see that allowing these feelings the space to surface and be experienced in all their unpleasant messiness is an important part of being fully human. So here is something I wrote recently and then hid away as I wasn’t quite ready to be that proud impolite outsider that I want to be.
Anger dwells deep within
It feels like I am the only one to see
the folly of this civilisation
Why not others?
Instead the masses blindly follow
a deathly miserable dirge.
Some glimpse the madness
yet mumble resignedly
‘this is the only way’.
What failure of imagination.
The 1% manipulates
laws, policies and structures,
accumulating further privilege and power
While we are distracted by manufactured fear
of the other: Communists, Refugees, Muslims, …….
Our civilisation is consuming itself.
Why is it impolite to illuminate this sickness?
Isn’t it worse that
countless species vanish in our wake,
children carry guns,
too many prematurely end their lives
or spend it numbed with drugs?
If we accept the cancer at the heart of this civilisation
then we can use our collective talents
to craft something better.
So come speak those hard truths with me.
no more socially acceptable deceit
and masks of fake positivity.
Let the rage out before it consumes you.
Use it to speak up for the silenced.
Be the difficult outsider.
Find peace in being true to yourself.