on this day, say to whoever, whatever you put your faith in that this is a new day, a beautiful day, a day to be thankful for so be happy even if the circumstances are not the best because you are in control of your path, be it dharma or destiny, because if you flick a switchblade or move your finger slightly to eject a bullet from a chamber then you are the ultimate arbiter of your acted-upon outcomes, so whether you seek the bodhi tree or decide not to press the button to explode home-made claymore mines, remember this is a great day to be alive.
I don't think your poem is cynical at all, but on the contrary, hopeful. Pointing out what humans are capable of and not. Good poetry, Mr. Math. i heard that art and math are tightly entwined.
A very cynical piece, I felt. I am struck by the overtly covert means by which you speak against violence and war in this poem. It's hiding in plain sight, eh? What better protest than the one that masquerades as praise!
Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..