Of Clowns and Losers

TW: Mentions of death and conflict. 

 

In a world full of clowns and losers,

we are told history repeats,

and people’s hatred never seems to go away.

The situation changes, bombs get dropped,

children cry.

No matter the colour, blood gets shed.  

But isn’t it just?

Depending on the craved-up colonial boundaries,

isn’t it just like a pinprick on a large white canvas to us?

 

Why do we place power in the hands of clowns

and losers?

Their painted faces hiding their vile ideals

They don’t care about you, me, or the planet.

 

They’d rather live on Mars than live with consequences

they sow,

it stares at them, like the unblinking eyes of a dead child

trapped in the rubble of his home. They are blind to it.

 

Patience is a virtue no one has.

Minds race to be the next one in line

the first one to get that new phone, drink, house, gun

money, money, money,

whispering to you like the devil on your back.

The first, the first, the next.

We hardly notice anymore,

our hearts do not see the deep scars

they leave behind.

Virtue has long since left us

And we’re drowning.

 

What about you, dear reader?

you flail around because the world is unkind and you can’t change that,

hope has long left her box.

you gotta be tough, you gotta not cry

don’t be weak, don’t stand up.

 

It is what it is.

An ancient proverb of ours

To show that history repeats

And that we are ourselves

Clowns and losers