Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The Buzz Kill

We play half our lives
and work the other.
What time remains to think?

Invincible armor of rationalizations and obfuscations
legitimize our indifference.
How can one feeble voice break through?

Busy looking for fun new games
and shiny new toys,
busy making games and toys
to offer other players,
what time remains
to hear from those
excluded from the game?

Our work and play are innocent,
we hear endlessly repeated.
How could it be untrue?

Of what avail is one lone whisper
amid unanimous electronic shouts?

Intent on denying
suffering exists,
we make suffering invisible,
cries for help inaudible,
drowned out in the mellifluous melody
of consumption.

Uninvited killer of heedless pleasure,
unwelcome enemy of stupefied satisfaction,
keep away from our dens of artificial innocence.

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