The Vanity of Tears
Why mourn for those
mutated into mannequins
or plasticized creatures
so obsessed with image that
they have virtualized their hearts?
Why cry for frozen consumer masses
engaged in cyber-mummery and so
concerned about bottom lines that
they are mesmerized by compu-charts?
Why lament reptilian fascists man
ipulating the media so skillfully that
most people are bovine enough
to believe democracies are intact?
Perhaps because they are us
and we are them - there is
a hidden alchemy and the beast
we abhor also burns within.
No individual is divorced from creation
and when tempted towards self-righteous stands
take time to pause and reflect,
observe the flow of events closely,
then give your enemy a helping hand.