Artificial HarmonyA Poem by Cassidy MaskI’m
sitting on the bus Thinking
about time again Thinking
about suffering Thinking
about relativism I’m
feeling edgy Uncomfortable Sitting
still While
the world spirals I can’t
focus My eyes
wander And I
don’t even notice The
music Streaming
through Earphones Straight
into my head Suddenly
red Catches
my eye And I
look left IN EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS WITH HAMMER I forget
to breathe My
fingers itch I clench
them I’m
shaking And I
swallow I’m
being ridiculous But... I can
feel the panic Bubbling
up Can feel
myself Leaning
towards The
escape IN EMERGENCY It says And I
catch myself Wondering
what They
deem An EMERGENCY Millions
dead Thousands
deformed Starvation Inequality War I look
around me At their
blank faces Their
lips moving In
sickening displays As they
twist words To fit
their Fickle
needs And I
feel sick With
disgust I want
to jump up Smash my
way through The
transparent cage (Bubble
of protection) Escape
their lack of concern Because
I can’t take it Pretending
life’s good That
everything’s fine But... I’m just
a child and You’ve
taught me not to Stand up Stand
out Taught
me not to Draw
attention Why’d
you bring me up To be so
selfish And self
preserving (To
shift the blame Rather
than handle The
guilt) We’re
all scared And no
one will Lift a
finger Let
alone a fist To help
them We post
the odd cheque Spare
the odd pound But our
downcast eyes Are for
the benefit Of
society We just
want to forget We’re
all scared And too
protective Of our
own security All too
certain There’s nothing We can
do Except
look the other way Give
them privacy For
their grief IN EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS WITH HAMMER I look
away I’m no
better But I’m
just a child Why
didn’t you Show me
how? © 2010 Cassidy MaskReviews
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Added on March 4, 2010Last Updated on March 4, 2010 AuthorCassidy MaskSingaporeAboutI'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more.. |

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