…Born into this,
among these,
while the pale faces smile,
while Lady Death laughs,
while the climbing cabins collapse,
while political borders dissolve,
while the boy carrying shop sacks
holds a university diploma,
while fish smeared in oil
vomit their greasy prey,
while the sun wears a mask.
We were born into this,
into these,
into these carefully sustained wars,
into the sight of broken windows in the factory of emptiness,
into bars where people no longer speak to one another,
into fistfights that end with gunshots and knives.
Born into this,
into hospitals so expensive it’s cheaper to die,
into lawyers who beg so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty,
into a country where prisons are overflowing
and mental asylums are shut down,
into a land where the masses
glorify fools as grand heroes.
Born into this,
walking and living through this,
dying because of this,
silenced by this,
castrated,
humiliated,
unremembered,
driven mad,
used,
saddened,
driven insane and sick,
dehumanized,
because of this…
