We - the Theatre of the Absurd

We ..protest the right of others to protest while defending our right to free speech shout down the voices of others exercising their right to speak freely. .. pick at the feast of democracy like children playing with their food in cafeteria-like rebellion dining on peace while waging war. .. rush past a fallen flag to pick up litter tape it to our bandolier of PC “merit” badges. ..riot in the streets reeking havoc and destruction upon our neighborhoods and our neighbors. ..slander those who do not think as we do, act as we do question the motives of all but ourselves. ..pray to gods unknown to those who pray to other gods. ..walk past one another unable to speak for fear a greeting may be offensive. ..huddle – herd like in our “comfort groups” fearful of a stampede. 2/2/2017 submitted to – Theatre of the Absurd – Poetry Contest
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Martin Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 3:45 PM
Excellent piece on hypocrisy and political correctness. Congrats on your win John! :-)
Hamilton Avatar
February 28, 2017 at 10:10 AM
This is really good John, would fit well in my upside down world contest. Well done, congrats on your fine placement!
Neumann Avatar
February 28, 2017 at 9:41 AM
This is a powerful stampede of conscious conscience. Congratulations, Kai
Devonshire Avatar
February 5, 2017 at 11:20 AM
I hate to admit it, but this is a pretty accurate description of things happening today. You nabbed my interest right away when you talked about protesting the right of others to protest. That fear of greetings being offensive is such a sad but true statement. You truly defined many absurdities. Think you have a winner! Best wishes in the contest.
Turner Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 2:29 PM
I'd say you have a grasp on the situation, John. I have even cut myself from the "herd". Great poem!
Lawless Avatar
February 4, 2017 at 6:50 AM
Daniel, I once asked a mentor of mine why he didn't hang out with certain groups of people. His reply "I have never really had that herding instinct.".
Green Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 2:04 PM
John, this is so well written and so relevant to what I am seeing each day lately. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and to voice their opinion, but to do it at the expense (fear, pain, destruction) of another is wrong. Nicely done.
Lawless Avatar
February 4, 2017 at 6:48 AM
yeah Chris, discussion used to be an exchange of ideas not a "hammering of the opponents mind to see how malleable it might be".
Smith Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 1:08 PM
Such truths John...I am all for everyone's rights as long as they don't infringe on another's.
Lawless Avatar
February 4, 2017 at 6:46 AM
I'm with you Tim
Onclaud Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 12:51 PM
truly, the medium ( dynamics of absurdity) is the message... spot on, john... wow..huhhs
Lawless Avatar
February 4, 2017 at 6:46 AM
Yeah, Nette, performances daily on a street corner near you.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 9:11 AM
Fabulous poem. I especially like "pick at the feast..." Cheers Mo
Lawless Avatar
February 4, 2017 at 6:45 AM
Mo, thanks for stopping to read and comment.
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