Fight or flight is physical,
Thought is mental.
Both are réflexive, but
Neither is premeditated.

Therefore, if a response is the
Réaction to provocation, then
intention, cannot be measured by
Ratio interprétation or assumption.

You told us that Muslîms
Were evil and some
Still believe

You told us that blacks
Were ***** and some
Still believe

You said the same about us,
Yet some Irish still believe,
What you said about them!

You wrote the history
Book and you want me
To Forget what you
Chose not to remember.

You tell me to accept
The things I cannot change
Turn the other cheek
Not cast the first stone
Be meek and await
My inheritence.

You manage the echo
Chamber where you
Subliminally alter all that
Has been said and thus
Try to get me to question
My own thoughts.

Let bygones be bygones
You say. Turn a new page.
Take a leaf out of your book.

Fossil of the fall, dry pressed
On a dusty old shelf where
Life has lost its sell-by date.

Where rigid spines are
Rigor motised from a lack
Of use, where not a single
Worm can be seen or not a
Solitary dog-ear to be found.

Genocide Joe pardons two
Turkeys and a Tanks Giving.

Is Chicken Kiev roasted, or fried, or spit grilled
Is it basted for oven, or rotisserie swilled
Some say its tossed, on a Russian Roulette
Then poked as it rolls, with a Putin baguette.

You will never write alone
when lost even abandoned
because there will always be
someone somewhere you can
reinvent and then reimagine.

I, am the sum,
of cogito ergo!