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In a world where chains restrict,
my one wish would be for everyone to be free.
If I could alter the fate of those forced into silence -
I would unmute unheard voices.
My gift to the world would not be
the statue of liberty,
it would be to end patriarchy.
So everyone can walk unbound,
unshackled, and speak their truth,
spreading their gospel without ridicule.
Each person's story to unfold,
softly among appreciative ears.
In hearts and minds we can all
sing our forever freedom song,
echoing loud among universal waves.
No tyranny, no oppressive imperialists,
no political interference from ignorant minds -
only procreation of serene co-existence.
A birth of personalities of dignity,
blooming in an essence of evergreen spirits,
under sapphire skies of serenity.
In every hue we would be free like the sun,
bathing in the light of independence.
All genders shining, regardless of shade,
where shadows are as pure as our souls.
To exist without fear,
to have no separation,
to never be a tick box,
to never be placed in a category,
so we can actually find humanity,
in world where we share an air of freedom.
In a world where whispers were the currency
of women, a letter dared to roar.
Tagore, the weaver of unseen truths,
unfurled a tale with threads of fire.
Mrinal, a caged bird with a song unheard,
her beauty admired, her voice a muffled word.
Years of stifled dreams, a mind in disguise,
until a spark ignited, a rebellion in her eyes.
The letter, a weapon sharp and bright,
against the rules that choked her light.
She wrote of patience, a heavy shroud,
and a yearning for freedom, fierce and loud.
Poetry, her escape, a world undefined,
where her spirit soared, leaving societal chains behind.
A world ruled by men, fathers, sons, and might,
but Mrinal, a melody breaking through the night.
Her daughter's loss, a wound that mirrored neglect,
ached for love, a love she wouldn't disrespect.
No longer confined to the roles they defined,
she would nurture, she would love, with a heart and mind unconfined.
Tagore's words, a mirror reflecting the fight,
of women rising, claiming their birthright.
To shatter the shackles, to breathe and to fly,
Mrinal's voice echoed a battle cry.
Let us heed the call, a revolution's start,
a wife's letter echoing in every beating heart.
(On the occasion of Tagore’s Birthday on May 7)
You see them all around these days,
braying loud on the internet,
people claiming that they’re victims,
demanding you ‘recognize’ that.
But when they explain what is wrong
biting back a laugh is quite hard,
half the things they complain of
don’t leave bruises, much less a scar.
I’m a victim because you don’t
call me demi-girl two spirit,
you won’t call me a woman when
surgeons gave me genitals the snip.
I’m a victim because I can
chose to stay home, let my man work,
take half his stuff when I get bored,
Patriarchy makes men jerks!
I’m a victim because some unknown fool
put a dark joke up on the net,
progress means thinking just like I do,
quick, call down the whole government!
I’m a victim because at work
they demand that I do the job,
my ancestors got a raw deal,
so pay me more, you racist clod!
That last part just amazes me,
thinking back upon Civil Rights,
back in the fifties and sixties,
and all that went on in that fight.
The blood, the stones, the dogs let loose,
the murderous Democrat Klan...
Did they suffer to be victims?
Hell no, but for the rights on man!
They wanted only the same chance,
be free of this nonsense of ‘race,’
now their grandkids want victimhood,
seems like quite the slap in the face.
Now why do so many want this?
Well, it seems quite easily to me,
they feel the ‘pain of victimhood’
excuses them from morality.
That because of bad part events
they don’t have to strive to be good,
they can do evil, not feel wrong,
not worry about all the ‘shoulds.’
A way to indulge without fear
of consequence awaiting them,
to make their sins look quite righteous,
to strip all restraints off of men.
So you can burn a building down,
beat people and make blood splatter,
and not have to feel bad for it,
since after all, Black Lives Matter.
And you can ruin livelihoods,
put whole families out of the street,
since, “They didn’t use my pronouns!”
Not care they can no longer eat.
You can walk through the capital
and never be locked up in jail,
but if the other side does it
then somehow that’s beyond the pale!
And while this may explain their choice,
there’s nothing that can excuse it,
If you want to be a victim
you’re really just a piece of sh-t.
I hate the patriarchy
I hate that men have control over my body
I hate how I have to walk around the city knowing that being pretty is a justification for rape
And I hate that I have to always try and counter that by looking down
Not making eye contact
I hate that I have to act ashamed because some men think confidence is permission
I hate that if all my efforts fail it’s illegal for me to have autonomy in a decision that would change my life
I hate that even though men have no idea how it feels to live in fear they have the power to make fear my reality
They have the power to make fear all I know
They have the power to take my life from me
I hate that when they say they want to save “unborn children”
They mean they don’t want me to have a choice
But when the child is born, they won’t help pay for their food
They shame for struggling when money isn’t available
They shame teen mothers even when the mother was only walking home after a long day of school, when the mother never wanted anything to do with them
And they say it was the girl’s fault because her “clothes showed too much skin” and because “she looked at me, so I thought it was okay” and because “she never said no”
How could she say no
She was scared to fight back
Because in the patriarchy, a woman is a tool
A woman is not her own person
A woman can’t make her own decisions
Because she is not valued
I am used and I know it every day
I am 15 and I already worry because I know this could be me
I am 15 and I worry that my little sister’s life could be ruined because she doesn’t get to choose
I am 15 and I worry about all my friends and my classmates and every girl and woman who has to live with the same fear I do
I am 15 and I know that while this is my reality now, this won’t be my reality forever
I am 15 and I am ready for something to change
"I am so woke"
A loyal member of the cult
i've brought my brain to a halt
Brainwash. Indoctrination
utter zombification
I remember when i was a person
before i put my mind in prison
I will demolish the patriarchy!
and then replace it with my lunacy
You see, deep down all men are evil
except of george soros who is civil
Where would i be without his green?..
i would be trash inside a bin
When i say "men", i mean those who are straight
'cause if you're gay, that's a VERY good trait
Now, if you're trans, you're like a queen
and i will treat you like my twin
Thank you hollywood, CNN, MSNBC!..
It's just a coincidence, NOT a conspiracy...
What did you just say?? That's ANTISEMITIIIC!!
you must be ku klux klan or nazi critic
Freaking republican! Conservative!
don't say such words. They are derogative!
Be more politically correct
or shut the hell up, more direct
There's no escape for you! You're going to capitulate!
you will become an "one-of-us", before it is too late
"DIVERSITY"! "INCLUSIVITY"! "OPEN-MINDNESS"! "UNDERSTANDING"! :)
some of the buzzwords i repeat, like a zombie parrot chanting
I am a rad hyper-feminist. Although we roughly have equality
my true objective is not that. It's more like, male fatality
Each ""woman"" should have the right to murder her unborn baby
i see nothing wrong in this. Why not... It's... homicide maybe?
Ha ha!.. I'm SO self-righteous and progressive
i look at mirrors and i say "you're impressive!"
I must say that i get offended by anything
bigotry, racism in everyone and everything
Ho! Monsieur trudeau! Psychokiller, qu'est ce que c'est?
is someone with you? John transvolta? Beyonce?
The boss from hungary is calling you a goy?
i am just curious, you bilingual prettyboy
Pardon me, comrade?.. What??.. You disagree with me, you said??
CANCEL HIM!! CANCEL HIS ASS!! Tonight, sleep on your deathbed!..
And you?? What's up?.. Why are you staring at me, n##ger?
cancel him too! CRUCIFY!! His heresy is even bigger...
Sooo... dear comrades, that would be all
because it's time for my Haldol.
Democracy is what we do
and breathe together
to empower ourselves.
Some would say the same of prayer
and holy communion
and secular communication
and healthy relationships.
Democracy seems like an empowering experience
of equality and interdependence
before it became an anti-royalist political philosophy.
Which may serve as a humbling reminder
that great abstract theories
so left-brain universally fascinating
derive from whole mindbody experience
of individual egos,
healthy or other-unwise.
If no ego-experience,
then no ecosystemic consciousness
of democracy
or autocracy
or kleptocracy
or plutocracy
or oligarchy
or capitalocracy
or theocracy
or patriarchy
or even warm accompanying matriarchy.
Multiculturing democracy,
a hybrid of egalitarian aspirations
and interdependent respirations,
requires organized
stable
win/win ego/theo-logical communication,
health wealthy ecological relationships.
Disorganized communication
is an oxymoron,
like enriching divestment
and disturbing attachment
and democratic capitalism
and resilient win/lose compassion.
Democracy is what we win/win breathe
do
develop together
to empower egohealth identities
and wealthy ecosystems.
Head of two person patriarchy...
Breathes sigh of relief
(like toe tilly gnarly mon)
footing expenses good grief.
Onus encompassing marital
responsibilities with (Holy Scott)
Matt man locked dread
precariously rested squarely and unfairly
upon mine figurative lead
pencil necked geek hirsute head,
and bony shoulders, that said
lemme communicate with modesty
and frankly earnest Sesame Street cred
hoop fully words understandable
meant tubby easily interpreted and read
lookout for courtesy double entendres
signalling where Willy wed
did himself, yet careful to tread,
no faster than sixty nine as he sped
into forbidden, verboten two lipped arrid
hot zone bubbling volcanic oasis
plunging his swollen jughead
suffocating till gratefully dead.
Reroute threaded needle gaining nascent
ability to manage independent living,
whereby counterpart availed
her pheromone scent
spurring feeling heightened testosterone,
within instantaneous moment
thus took tactile apprenticeship
receiving mail order bride thru
correspondence course sent,
I also donned role of special ops agent
provocateur, a hardened gent
fluke how I became
process of elimination chosen incumbent
learned, familiarized, adept...
grudgingly accepted covenant
to pay affordable low income rent,
plus manage other monthly bills due, i.e.
water, telecommunications insurance
(automobile and renters), and electric -
companies (Aqua Pennsylvania, Verizon,
Nationwide and Peco
respectively) with efficient
aplomb mastered (dub bate double)
art of being accommodating tenant.
she is tranquillity
yet lava flows in her veins
cut her open and you'll burn
she is Eve's apple
nemesis to patriarchy
one bite and you'll bleed
she is a rainbow
an eagle taming storms
no chains can contain her
she is a pilgrim of passion
composing a trail of moments
inscribed on many a heart
she is beauty personified
but apathetic eyes remain blind
know her and you'll feel the calm
for i see her soul
illuminate through her eyes
so i break open the cocoon
to float like butterflies
ascending higher
kissing silent stars
smiles beaming like the moon
content in her companionship
Simple Musing
The Silent One
26 January 2020
PATRIARCHY
We had Fathers.
Distant creatures
beings aware of another dimension
condemned to keep its secrets,
protect us from its presence
for as long as possible.
Solitary creatures – these Fathers,
lone hunters
stealthily disappearing
and re-appearing.
Loud creatures –
snarling at the world,
growling and nipping
at their children
to protect them – from it.
Lonely creatures – these Fathers
prowling foggy dawns,
sunsets flaming condemnation,
weary – yet tirelessly working
to fulfill the needs of a day.
Restless beings – these Fathers
troubled even in sleep
snorting as a tethered stallion
restrained from running,
breathing as if in retreat
from a hunter’s prey.
Warriors – these Fathers
Elders – possessing almost Shamanic skills,
stolid, forbearing - surface calm
roiling in the torment
of their patriarchal duties.
We are Fathers still -
less distant, less secretive,
snarling and growling
at a world we no longer understand
where perception overrides reality.
We will always be Fathers
distant, solitary, lonely creatures
Warrior elders awaiting fate’s transition,
watching sons - become men – become Fathers.
John G. Lawless
7/8/2015
not submitted to the Patriarchy Poetry Contest as it is over 20 lines
Behind Summer's fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty
Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe's inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma
MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal autonomous
lonely at the top
supremacy
MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist,
terrorist
climatic pathology
MonoCulturing Straight Western Male
historic white
protagonist light,
choosing win/lose inside voices
over win/win outside choices
is not so healthily bright
Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance,
EarthTribally accessible
democratic co-enlightenment.