What Is Real? 1st Chorus

A Poem by Miranda Arocho

What is reality?

Ist Chorus

Reality is
Dr. King on the subway
A man in a coma
Whose eyes are at the pub fray
Getting his diploma
While writing mad letters
On the anti-Semites in Memphis
He’s getting caught by trendsetters
Who might as well condemn this
Underneath an art of traffic
Rules we’ve been breaking
Who jester things pornographic
At signs they’re staking
Into the ground of downtown
Next to the campus
Where the egos drown
And brand and stamp us
Into college graduates,
Teachers and things,
Threatened by forgetfulness
Stupor feed these beings
While we march in a veneer
Rebellious, uncouth
Studious yet insincere;
No omen of truth
Until the nerves of our childhood
Jump out and exclaim
All we’ve misunderstood
And who is to blame
In a cup of caffeine influenced kin
Reading books on Chomsky
Buried from within
As soon as they know
Every abnormality
All I can ask,
“What is reality?”