Overacting Happiness
How insufferable
The world’s audience,
That species of intellect
Repeatedly duped by the upstaging heart,
Where the mediocrity of life’s closing curtain
Renders reason and logic
A shadowy demise...unfulfilled in the wings.
Our species’ stage of many opening acts,
Where once major hits of mindful reward and achievement
Increasingly experience shorter runs,
Where losses are exorbitant,
Patrons of thought and debate
Made to feast on spoon-fed nourishment,
While their conditioned clapping habit
Continues to support false hopes of escape.
How tragic might this lack of understanding be,
Avoiding the unavoidable global tragedy,
Choosing to wallow in laughter and song,
Denying the mind’s inclusion as partner to the heart?
Might we be but an audience of escapees,
A populace of care-nots,
Of solipsistic narcissists
Ready to perpetuate a fast-beating heart’s demand
For the promised reward…
At any cost?
If heart-intoxicated, overacting happiness
Stupefies and silences our instinct to think,
Might we be missing something?
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In the meanwhile, we are constantly at war. Just passed the largest US defense (war) budget so that we can continue to keep the world safe by providing more arms of war to the leaders of countries of dubious intention and even providing arms for household wars expected to come to our doorsteps, soon. I have seen so many have just simply given up taking any action and just, like Nero, are fiddling around for their own enjoyment with their bucket lists, while the world burns.
I have hoped the youth will see the danger clearer and began fixing things better than we have. For they are the ones in peril. We will have died.
Ron