created a isolated world
myself into reality,
for impulsive reasons.
Dying is not a crime
But for playing God
I'll probably do time
Pretty little euthanasia
My disconnected phone
Always going home
That open window
To the fire escape
I am the center of a lake
The kids next door
Liked to play with me
Now we don't see them anymore
Thomas W. Case's Historical Figure Poetry Challenge, Dr. Jack Kevorkian.
I'm apart of
I swirl at the thought of us human
Nobody thinks they're wrong
Nobody is doing anything right
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 3/11/20
on saturday morning we grace around recycled rustic tables, lowering our heads over gluten free brown toast topped with gently scrambled free range eggs, adding soya milk to decaffeinated, ethically sourced coffee, self contained in guilt free reusable cups -
and still we fret.
Saturday scene in West London
If you are a bad child
in the eyes of your parents
oh, what shall
become of you?
Others are harder, they scold
you and demand respect
for faith and customs
They think you are a nihilist
because they don't understand you
and because you do understand
you cannot argue with them
But you try
to explain – no matter how nihil
the rules are, there is one anyway:
do not wrong the others
“Nihilist” is a curse during the French Revolution (1789-1799)
“Otcy i deti” (“Fathers and children” / “Fathers and sons”, 1862, Ivan Turgenev)
Collection “Different times”
The pain one man feels can be felt by another.
When one man suffers, we all suffer.
But the suffering of one does not equate to that of another,
What we go through is nothing compared to our sisters & brothers.
One man may starve & no hands will reach out to feed him,
when You and I scroll through our feed, do we care for him?
In that moment, our hearts may bleed for him, but does that really matter? When a living, breathing man looks more like a cadaver.
We pile the blame on those in power
to allow our conscience to breathe,
And yet, in reality we, the people, are to blame.
For we can move mountains with our actions to help the powerless but instead we choose to lie and deny our own cowardice.
A crime we're all guilty of