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Confused by what is important,
outside of the deception,
outside of the party lines,
guided by misplaced trust.
We have become
disciples of those with
as many faces
as hands.
Did you know
the ramifications of what they’re
saying or the power
they have?
Politics.
I wonder what is important
outside of the violence
outside of the gleaming excesses.
I don’t think this world
needs to hear more political apologies
every single day.
We all lead hectic lives,
we think – or hope – that I or anyone
can be forgiven for forgetting
what happened when
we trusted
leadership and looking forward.
No accountability.
We do not
blame – or fault – you, I or anyone
trapped by this contagion, this sin
brought on
by ego and ignorance.
Politics. The evil within.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 21, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a commentWe seek shelter, a leafy tree,
tenement steps, even pressing closer
to a random building
in hopes we may be spared.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Ignoring the signs, we forget the distinction
between lightning and thunder,
not counting the seconds between,
or caring.
Overcast, overcome with the immediacy
of the moment. Summer weather
a reminder of the turmoil we live with,
or clouds we live under.
A day as promising as a politician’s smile,
just as deceiving. Unnoticed, but not
unexpected. Forced,
by chance, to deal with inclement emotions
and torrential pain. Crushing humidity,
atmospheric pressure bucking
under its own weight. Our thoughts
hold us hostage.
Days rarely go as planned.
Night will come, as surely as our breath.
Here we are, huddled with strangers,
waiting out another storm.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 14, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a commentWhat ever happened to
the peace and love we spoke of,
decades before? Our realism of idealism
before capitalism; humanity above profit.
Conscious thought. Truth.
Was this a concept
within a dream, altered by greed
and get-rich-schemes
that became the way of the world.
Do we know how it happened?
Can we understand? Why?
Each generation judges those before,
every generation knows a state of war.
This reality becomes hard
when the violence is right there
in your backyard. Fact.
Something is not the same.
We were young once. Age
now testimony to where we have been,
what have we witnessed, and
how we have failed those
who shall follow. Evolution.
How do we speak of freedom?
Can we hold a stranger’s hand?
Are weather-beaten symbols and
time-ravaged slogans relevant any more?
Honesty. Do we remember
how to make love, not war?
© 2019 j.g. lewis