There is no greater sorrow than to recall our times of joy in wretchedness. – Dante Alighieri, Inferno
Have you ever been on a red-eye flight,
With your mind racing faster than the speed of light?
Thoughts pinging against the windshield of your head,
Corruption, lies, deceit- it all seems so clear.
Yet we remain complaisant,
It isn’t alright.
I am splitting at the seams-
When innocent men are shot dead in the streets you used to walk,
And the real criminals are the ones on the ballot.
As we watch it unfold, the horror is muffled by the screen it’s received on,
It’s like a really bad reality TV show-
Wake up America,
This is your reality now.
When it’s your turn to speak to the camera- what will you say?
Will you share yet another photo of clothes or shoes,
Get lost in the mindless celebrity feuds,
Or will you stand up and fucking say something?
But it’s easy to be a social justice warrior at 5 am and with 37,000 ft beneath me,
With a birds-eye view of what the earth once was, not what its become.
Let us revert to what matters most-
Not the things, but the people and places.
Because a life void of materialism is a life of fulfillment-
And a life void of experiences and people to share them with,
Isn’t a life worth living.