Monday, April 23, 2018

United, We Hate.


In hatred 
We unite.
Hatred is powerful.
It makes us capable
-of spilling venom
It gives us the power 
-to berate
-to hurt
-to burn you down to ashes.

In our hatred
the rainbow pales
- there is no red and green and orange.
The glare and glow is from one color
-only one
for, plurality is never to be entertained
- in hatred we focus on one,
in unison.

You all, all of you
are defined with a single you
-one finger that points 
-in one direction
Focus. Purpose. Precision.
We do not differentiate, 
you all are you, and you alone
- not good and bad.
We are not misguided by degrees of separation
- our decree, focus.
For us, you are bad.
Period.

Our hatred is red hot
it scorches our innards
We burn
the collective fumes rise
engulf the entire universe, 
yes universe,
-because we are focused.
Our eyes flash red.
The fumes
-angry and venomous
guide us in the haze
our scorching ire
sees one truth
- inside out
We stop seeing you.
As person. As Living. As human.
Your unseen presence
fills us with rage.
We strike
-to kill
-to teach a lesson
-to make you remember
Our hatred is complete.

What is this ‘reason’
you keep mumbling
our thundering voices can 
overrun any murmur.
Listen, hear, feel-
We do not need reason, 
your reason or any else-
We are not going to budge-
in hatred,
we unite.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Horn. OK. Please.

Honk.
Bleet.
Shout.
Scream.
The rugged helplessness of those stuck-
driven - in passanger seats
Loud curses of those at wheels
that they can steer, nowhere!
Passive - in grammar - is a voice
heard loud
as a roar on Twitter
as a rage in Studios
as a deflection, on streets.
The Greens, Yellows and Reds signal
latency -
systemic
orechestrated
perpetual.
Propelling staggard movements-
onwwards, left/ right-
the lanes overflow
and at crossroads,
overlap.
Learn the rules of the chaos-
the one behind
with restless foot on pedal
will not wait
but overtake,
from right.
There is nothing left,
on the left
not even the footpath-
nothing to walk on.
Stay where you are
Stuck
The hind-sight of the bulldozer truck
owns up
Horn. Ok. Please.