The strong are always to blame for the powerless:
The rulers come up with the best of intent
It doesn’t take efforts to overpower us
Having police and stern judges at hand
Once deemed as the victims of a failed state
We turned up to convicts for waging a war
Though war is not ours to make, its too late
Our explanations won’t work anymore
The world is in full right to its imperfections
It uses quite often this right to impose
Further restrictions, in spite of objections
Why should it happen this way, no one knows
Proficient philos deny a free will
Well concealed apophatic god makes a call:
Some live in peace, some are destined to kill
Some are claimed guilty for nothing at all
Servants of power, warriors of cancelling
Criminalize me as much as you can
Ban all my cards, stop me from travelling
Save from my coming your prosperous land
According to the conservation of matter
I’m your anti-power, with all that implies
In your fictional wholeness I’m one of the shatters
Living one of those many fragmentary lives.
Categories:
apophatic, philosophy, political,
Form: Rhyme
The cantankerous old Mr. Muffet
spoke nonsense and lies from his tuffet.
When you think that I may
wax apophatic to say
I would never insult him, go stuff it!
~
Categories:
apophatic, humor,
Form: Free verse