cultural cataracts

your mind's eye is
clouded by
cultural cataracts that
keep it anesthetized to
politics of the
very worst. they
keep it blind so
it cannot see
that

this is not a democracy
if we do not democratize.

this is not a democracy; it's a
shitstorm of acts and lies.
of party politic
television commercials
that fear monger and hate
and behave inappropriately in
a way that's
so contrived.

clouded eyes
that disillusion. you
don't even care about
the greedy capitalist
exhibitionists standing in front of
you and your
children
exposing their gold and diamond
encrusted wangs that were
made possible by
consumers like you who
redeem the colonization and
exploitation of
indigenous tribes in Africa
that have no army or
representation to speak of.

no development only
the loss of farmlands their ancestors
tended to that
fed the tribes just fine before
they lost it and had
to start stealing
from the corporations that
moved in without asking.

cloudy tears
we will cry. cloudy
because we
will not understand why.
it will be unclear what
to cry at.
in short, it will be
synergistically induced by converging catastrophe and
hurt and
question. feelings of loss and
betrayal.

regret.

i can cry preemptively and clearly.
i can scream loudly.
angrily.

i will not feed or stimulate or
decorate your capitalist wang.

i refuse to pit my community against
itself; myself against my community.

take off your shell, your mask
of shallow objects that
create the image of someone
who has earned but
tell me you are nothing but a
somnambulant fool with
poor taste in
aesthetic and
no moral capacity
as a result
of some
unseeable detriment of
the self
likely rooted in a
learned perception
of entitlement
that your
poor p + m did not
know better than to
teach like
all the other commonplace
fools.