Anyone For Humiliation
anyone for humiliation
do even the best cringe
in shame
at the bottled-up look they take of themselves
most in fear of being found out
others the damage they must have wrought
in the image they have of themselves
but all all
by the tasks and choices their lives lead them on to
either through the immediate pleasure that can be got
or for wanting to shine in the midst of peers
they cling to the glory their imageselves chase after
O it’d be so easy to say
life after all abuses every one
humiliates every precious person
puts us all to the acid test
some hapless irreversible irreparable disaster
inadvertent mistake
lapsus
even for the insignificant wayward
nonentities
and leaves us all less proud of our makings
our fathers mothers
it’s even easier to seek the fault in our genes
or insist that such and such was the compelling circumstance
put the blame on this damned unrequiting thing we call Life
which after all must come will come to a final self-defeating end
There are others who’d say
this life of ours was precisely for this purpose
precisely given to make of us
the gods we were never born to be but to hanker after
unless we sought the feet of the Almighty
batter death down and survive into aeons of bliss
on the mindblinding petals of the Golden Flower
How many may take this death-defying firstclass deluxe flight
and for what purpose
if the Almighty himself as they who come as messengers say directs all lives in secret
is he looking for an assistant
Who cares if one is born again
since we remember not where or from whom we came
and take everything here on earth
for what it’s worth
what can the isolated adult do
the most corrosive abusive power rides in the vaults of mindless banks l’appareil judiciaire the police the secret services
the chiefs of armed forces the cabals the cartels the secret societies masons or not the media Kings the monolithic political party bosses trade union cadres and in those who wield psychiatric netherworld control of the mind and souls the priests in skirts all all managed by the hungry few in the line of succession in the hierarchical hereditary edifice the age-old royally pontificating pyramidal straight-jacket world
must we not then accept our lot
try as best we can to let things not get much worse
but if the chips fall right only in the other birth
think little of the setbacks
and come back again stronger
all all
wishful self-numbing reverie
May 8, 1997
© T. Wignesan – Paris, revised from : longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
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