BEHOLD
BEHOLD!!! I am!!
Silence.
The vocal minority grip at our sensibilities
and demand our attention outwards.
Monkeys, our smaller cousins that, though looking alike,
are alien in their outlook.
The apes are few and far between,
great spectacles of nature insultingly compared
to that of a simple marmoset.
Doth thou see a leviathan in a shrimp?
For this is the absurdity of equals.
A king sits on the throne, he is reading.
His loyal subjects surround him and his strange binding of sheets.
How dare the king pay more love to this ink and parchment
than the struggles of his land?
The crown is heavy as he looks around,
why do they see him as wrong?
The words of the page grow his mind,
and a new man is born in every sentence.
Is the bird selfish for flying merely because the fish cannot?
Is gold stubborn for not allowing silver to meet its value?
To think as such is to not think at all.
Unfortunately in this sandbox of us
we cannot all be diamonds, yet we can hide in the glass.
The big shards have cut too deep and stained us all.
Now value and harm are interchangeable.
I am better.
I am more.
I am sorry.
The issue isn’t you, it’s not your fault.
A treatment is needed, I could have some fun.
I’m sorry you became this, a product of a failed societal cult.
You deserve the cleansing power of the sun.
Your suffering is ending, hallowed be thy name.
The world will be reborn, a phoenix made by my flame.
Copyright © Nat Alexander | Year Posted 2024
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