Convention

Convention
L.Ling

We are here
You are me
We are to the kind of people you want to be
Paradigm citizens, individuals of humility,
We are the members of civility.

By the code
We lead our lives
Sets of rules we constantly abide.
For they are right and right is good
It dictates all that we should.

Never faltering, never failing
In our paths there is no strange flailing
Only confident swings of sure fast arms
Destroying and conquering all that do us ‘harm’.

Eradicate, destroy and silence
The crowd that opposes our truthful cause.
There is only mighty applause
As their blood stained bodies paint the floors.

Every day of every year
Every morning of dawn you hear
The monotone grumble that brainlessly repeats
The iron fisted rule we all must greet.


They confidently drone:

“When wounded;
Do not cry and do not weep
Kill the pain and bury it deep
Break the confines of skin and heat.
Burrow it into the fleshy heart
And warehouse the bitterness that boils and scars.
Bottle the pressure, grit the teeth
Evidence of weakness you must sheath.
Never its exposure to scrutinizing eyes
Must ever occur if you seek the alpha male prize
A rule you must maintain if you wish to survive.


Battling the new,
We must fear and hate what we do not know.
Animal, plant, human, machine,
To all alien life we must appear obscene.
These foreigners are truly cursed;
In them have no faith and suspect the worst.
To strangers we must never ever greet,
Show any warmth or let our eyes meet.
With a dagger like stare we must let them know
We have shut our iron willed hearts;
Delivering onto them a painful and silent blow.
Potential companions, prospect wives and husbands
Possibility is destroyed as their duplicity will mean our end.

When one dies
Whether a beggar, a tyrant, a stranger, a thief or a traitor
You must be sad and you must lie
You must force yourself to care and cry.
For lacking of this broken emotion
Is cruel and cold
Harking angry outbursts from young and old.
These explosive jeers
Are brutal riots that will batter down your ears;
Leaving you to be forever consumed by your fears. ”

Living in their classes,
Marks in history they seek to carve
The gluttons indulge while the scrawny starve.
Lower to middle, middle to high
‘Such distribution is only fair’ experts reluctantly sigh.
Underpaid and Underpriviliged
Mandated to support, yet their work understated
Some enslaved and some whipped,
While some branded and some domesticated.
Some forced to satisfy our lust, some forced to work in toxic haze
But all are fatally trapped in a never ending maze.

Free to speak, Free to hear
Free to write and free to fear
Free to search, Free to find
But never free to hold one’s own mind.