I need to make my point
as the most righteous of them all.
But the stairway towards my soapbox
is made of living people.
Ten steps, each step a taller pile
of people I must trample
to make my point.
I take the first on an older man
as the bones of his spine crack against
the rubber padding of my florsheim shoes.
The next upon a pile of women weeping.
One of them is pregnant, so I make sure
to avoid their swollen, plump belly
as I step upon their face.
The third, a bunch of teenage boys
as I trample through their necks.
The poor, the sick, the needy,
the mentally ill, the dead, the pleading.
As I climb those stairs with solemn righteousness,
I see the final one.
Propped like fate, it's me
upon a pile made of my own family.
It shocked me to know that they had walked this path before,
and when they finished
they fell and piled down to help me make
an even taller soapbox for myself.
Nothing had changed. It hit me then.
What I advocated for, was only to keep things the same.
I accepted my fate, and took that final step.
Aren't I brave?
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
I need to make my point
as the most righteous of them all.
But the stairway towards my soapbox
is made of living people.
Ten steps, each step a taller pile
of people I must trample
to make my point.
I take the first on an older man
as the bones of his spine crack against
the rubber padding of my florsheim shoes.
The next upon a pile of women weeping.
One of them is pregnant, so I make sure
to avoid their swollen, plump belly
as I step upon their face.
The third, a bunch of teenage boys
as I trample through their necks.
The poor, the sick, the needy,
the mentally ill, the dead, the pleading.
As I climb those stairs with solemn righteousness,
I see the final one.
Propped like fate, it's me
upon a pile made of my own family.
It shocked me to know that they had walked this path before,
and when they finished
they fell and piled down to help me make
an even taller soapbox for myself.
Nothing had changed. It hit me then.
What I advocated for, was only to keep things the same.
I accepted my fate, and took that final step.
Aren't I brave?
