This stone rolling, refuses,
Deep cover over this recess
Fallen on misstep into
Innocently,
A deluge, quickly, levels rise
Drowning should be such
Impossibility,
But the catalyst environment
Welcomed so many years, ignores;
TRUTH,
Ah, become a word
Like other words, read
Contextually,
So it may be judged to vary
Without any precise meaning.
FREEDOM,
A seemingly clear notion,
Emotion, tied up in hustler’s
Knots of privilege and abuse,
Given
Some, withheld such others,
But all when questioned
Believe its existence is
An absolute – RIGHT –
Everyone should possess.
What are
TRUTH,
FREEDOM,
When humans, beings, are
Placed in situations where
Who they are is compromised –
Evermore?
Been reading current events, not a proposition without the continual engagement of deep thought. As poets, we ignore the public sphere to the detriment of democracy.
You may also recall I recently revisited 1984.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 