Oh hear, oh hear

Have you ever been asked,
“How do you feel about this?”
Ever been so dumbstruck,
That you not just forget how to speak,
But you forget how to human.
Yes, human.
Species that believe to be the smartest,
And the greatest.
Reaching new heights,
Creating new boundaries.
Species that are potent to create so much.
But take a step and destruction such
Wondrous
Fabulous
Marvelous
Devolution, that’s what we are.
My friend, take a bow.
Take a bow, for the universe is applauding.
With tears in its eyes, begging for forgiveness of such creation.
Have you ever been asked,
“How do you feel about this?”
And you have nothing to say
Why?
Because once upon a time, there was somone there who could feel.
And one day they decided to stand up.
Stand up and say what they felt.
What they felt was wrong.
Blooded hands were wrong,
Tiny feet tired of working was wrong
Worn out roads but big beautiful buildings burning the insides were wrong
Fearful eyes
Troubled mothers
Hunger for bodies
Aging alongside the gutters
Wrong. Wronged. Wrongful.
All ears open.
All heads nodded.
All smelt of guilt.
But then what?
Another day, another story
One person done wrong
Another person’s glory.
So yours faithfully stopped feeling.
Yours faithfully closed all windows
Shut the curtains and sewed them together
They quit the show.
And went with the flow.
For next time would they ever stand up for anything again
Would be to hang themselves
With the fragile rope made with the same dirt that the system is made of.
What we’re made of.
You and me.
Our wrongs.
Our smells.
Have you ever been asked
“How do you feel about this?”
No actually, I haven’t.
Because nobody cares.
And the truth is,
Nobody ever will.
Oh hear oh hear.
Powerful, yes?
Moving? Maybe.
Truth? No.
Do you think we’re crazy?
Yes we are, painting the world black or white.
Refusing the greys in different lights.
Contrasting as this might sound
It’s not the truth.
Somebody is listening.
Somebody knows.
Somebody cares.
Don’t shut the curtains,
Don’t lock the doors.
Feel what you feel
Express what is wrong.
Write it down,
Or scream it out
Cry when you’re hurting
Or dance about.
But don’t let yourself down.
Learn to swim when you’re about to drown.
Because our conscience is what we come with and what we’ll leave here.
Everything in the middle is just a whole big mirage.
Have you ever asked someone
“How do you feel about this?”
No? Then maybe it’s about time you start.