Things We Do Not Speak
Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making
bound inside a misting tunnel of darkness
that branches into ceaseless tentacles
I have wandered upon these cold stones
till my last branch of hope came to an end
crushed against another cold brick wall
for I have followed their thousands of signs
listening to hidden switchboards click away
my digital wallet—paying veiled influencers
while every arrow only points into my fears
leading me into steelier corridors of perdition
shadowed with long epitaphs of abandonment
it is a confusion that seized upon my powers
and has strangled my veins of sacred choice
What if we are living in an actual world war
and fail to comprehend its dominance
where unseen enemies direct our minds
dialing in on our innocence with rheostats
throttling our opinions and even our votes
and as this enemy’s brute force fires away
with AI’s memes of pleasure and proof
of our inability to think within critical paths
we find a war not made of bullets and missiles
but in the deprivation of vital information
its kings pump out dins of false gratifications
and plaster over truths with dark—hateful vice
leaving us to abandon our world’s children
bereft of our love, food, healthcare, and hope
forcing old allies to shelter our scientists
as conspiracies become our terminal cancer
so—why wouldn’t this be called a world war?
For within all its twisted and tortuous logic
we now feed the billionaires our sacred moon
trusting they spread slivers of light to the poor
while they use God as some flashy mascot
ignoring a healing and loving Father in heaven
their Christian nationalism is not Christianity
but a devil’s dark disguise to bind us in fear
making us ill-equipped to fight such a war
so—are we willing to surrender our time with
political pundits, fake news, and social media
to look up and fight for a far holier light of truth
to be armed as peacemakers—loving neighbors
and battle hate with kindness and compassion
forgiving while offering mercy, faith, and hope
as cooling waters against this dearth of division
for a nuclear war was never meant to be the
beginning of World War III—it was meant only
to be the end!
