Permanent exile
No news to me.
I was born that way,
an alien in an alien world,
where nothing seems to have been made for me
but rather to exclude me from all possibilities,
obliging me to find alternatives
of clandestine, occult and underground societies
not only outside law but outside everything
in a community of anonymity and shadows
with the one advantage, though, that you could from the outside
see the mundane hopeless world of vanity with clarity
and keep a healthy mind and body unafflicted
by the mental illness which is all society,
corrupted by materialism, fanaticism and stress
unto the unawareness of the global euthanasia
of media brainwash, poisoned junk food, slavery and serfdom
by the economic thralldom of the blind surveillance state
of inhumanity, insensitivity and denaturalisation.
Of course, whatever would be better to all this as an alternative,
and actually an exile of some permanence would be a privilege.
Well it’s an interesting write, had to read it a couple of times. Is this you, or just a bad day? I found it a little overwritten, but then what do I know. I should add that I liked it. Thanks for posting.
Mike
It is me on a bad day, so it’s both. We all have our better days, and our worst ones. I take them as they are.
It’s well written and has an interesting message that a lot of people would relate to. I think that purely as a poem, it doesn’t work completely because some of the concepts are too wordy to have that brevity and snap needed for free verse. That’s just my opinion. It was still well worth reading though.