Prose - The Fiction of Relevance

What is the answer
To the question?
To the protestor
Goes the fiction
Of relevance
Of common cause
Of change
Of greed’s pause
As if anyone cares
That the hand
On the sign
Makes a stand
In the square
While others
Steal life
From our brothers
And to you
Goes the bill
As the peculiarity
Of your will
To ignore life
And believe
Any word
As you achieve
A catatonic state
Preferring orders
Instead of thought
With borders
Of truth
Never crossed
Lest the horror
Of a lost
And dull mind
Confirm
The frail
And infirm
Principles
Once spoken
Now ignored
And broken
Into pieces
On the sidewalk
Where the determined
Stalk
With their admonitions
Of how our fears
Are played out
Through the years
To this day
While you accept your fate
And respond
To hate
While others
Sworn to mediocrity
Preach to the doomed
About immorality
And judgment
Intended to silence
Exclamations of right and wrong
In the face of violence
Committed by rational mad men
With lies so profound
Even a cynic could believe
The holy sound
Of God
And country
And freedom
And destiny
To rule
And invest
Regardless of sovereignty
In our national interest
A zero-sum game
Where we will not lose
And those we demonize
Will perish unless they choose
To acquiesce
To our mission
Blessed by the God
Who we imprison
Inside gilded cages
To be released
At man’s choosing
For the deceased
As we bow our heads
Praying for a soul
That never had a chance
To protect what life stole
From the poor
And the weak
That promised inheritance
For the meek


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WannaB Writer 5 years ago from Templeton, CA

I must be dense this morning, perhaps because I'm not well today, but his has left me quite confused about your message -- unless it's meant to leave me confused. I'm not sure where one thought ends and the next begins. Maybe I'm one of those confused people who needs a bit more punctuation than the one question mark to get it right. Still voted up and interesting, since the words in themselves are descriptive and melodic.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@WannaB Writer - It may be confusing... It starts with those who protest, moves to the sheep who don't think and then brings in those who have power over us... it may not be as coherent as it could be... I'm going to review it later to see if it can flow better. At times I am purposely vague and I guess I need to ask myself if that was my intention here or not. I really have no opinion on that other than to say I wrote it quickly and I am a bit scatter-brained when it comes to my writing. I have an idea and invariably the product is different. I'm not sure I've ever really been able to write something that expressed my original idea. But that is what happens when you are a five-minute poet (which should have been my name... I'm too impatient to linger on a hub)... Thank you for being honest about it....


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WannaB Writer 5 years ago from Templeton, CA

I see. This makes it a bit more comprehensible, since it didn't appear to be all from the same point of view. I sometimes wonder if some of the protesters aren't also sheep.


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bettybarnesb 5 years ago from Bartlett, TN

Hey Suburban Poet! This one catches the moment. Well done.

Be blessed....


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@WannaB - I think the protestors are not really accomplishing anything. I saw them again today in Austin. It was like, "Are ya'll still here?" It's sad....

@betty - Thank you!

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