The Insufferable Sound of Silence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-A1-aM3J1PM

All that empathy that you’ve been known to preach, and yet you still accuse others of toxicity? 

All that introspection and all that insight, yet you still have the gall to criticize?

Point that finger inward, count the times you have ran interference

And forced your own perspective onto concerns

Of which you have no part. 

I’ve learned a thing or two about garnering respect;

Ironically, there is a direct correlation with silence.

Loose lips win no wars

And everybody has the power of opinion.

Toxicity is it?

Toxicity?

Have you seen the river Styx lately?

It’s choked with plastic

And Charon ferries no souls.

Hades has swallowed

And no gold has passed 

Between newly ethereal hands.

Have you seen the state of today?

It doesn’t take a sightseer to tell you

The future is a far gone conclusion.

It doesn’t take a mathematician,

No algorithm or formula to explain

That at this rate the floorboards cannot

Hold the weight of unsustainable strain.

What gives first?

The chicken or the egg?

And when will the concrete break?

When will the foundation we hold together 

With consumerism, social segregation, resource distribution,

A completely unchecked market combined with the infinite power of misinformation,

A fallacy of freedom and liberty hidden behind the fugazi that is an ethically governed society

All held together with loose lips, popsicle sticks and no more than masking tape,

Finally implode upon a pile of unfed and once privileged plebs

Who have both the ignorance and autonomy 

Of a people grown well accustomed

To the thumb twirling

Bickering, hate and hostillity

That is being too long unfamiliarized

With the common eventuality of life or death tragedy?

People are petty because they do not understand severity

And those that do are either made unwelcome or blatantly misunderstood.

The future is being bred in a field of ethical idleness, opportunity and social instability;

While people like you choose to pick the band aid before dressing the wound

Gaping behind the politician’s smile of guile and superficiality. 

Everyday I tend to a steel trap.

Everyday I filter out the cynicism

And everyday I choose not to read aloud

The inevitable writing on a misbegotten wall.

When I do speak,

When I allow myself the petty release,

I do it knowing I contribute to no less a sense of ignorance

Than any other flock of banner waving, dark wooled or self entitled sheep.

Sometimes the best course of action 

Does not surround the implication

Or coinciding connotation

Of the verb

Preach.

I say,

Why play Zarathustra to a crowd of people

Who are completely unable

To translate any value

From what you are

Trying to teach?

Why preach?

When you can tow the line

And watch the world burn itself down.

It’s insufferable, but silence carries as much gravity

As an anarchist throwing molotovs or flipping cars within these misgoverned streets.

A.S.M.B.

April, Friday the Thirteeth

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Bravo Ookpik. Very well said. I enjoyed the use of intense language and emotion. Lots to think about. Thanks for sharing.

[Ookpik]

Thanks, if anything it's just a relatively creative rant with an awkward pattern - I find it therapeutic to lash out at a white page instead of bottling until the cork blows in the wrong moments.

I don't think it's the healthiest habit but at least it's somewhat constructive. Thanks for reading though and I look forward to the next time you decide to put out more material.