I was an unhappy teenager, a lot of the time. I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand *why* I didn’t fit in. I had no idea what I was doing wrong, or why it seemed to come so naturally for everyone else.
That probably explains why the majority of my poetry was dark and/or depressing. …Actually, I’d go so far as to say 99.9% of it, through my early 20’s. I, of course, wrote very angsty things but a few of them still resonate with me, even if they’re a bit heavy-handed. I was looking at one and it hit me just how relevant it is to the current US presidency. I wrote it when I was 17. …I find that somewhat discombobulating.
The needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few
yet the whims of the few
control the lives of the many.
Are we the people
so inconsequential and irrelevant
that we need not be considered?
Are our lives
and the lives and futures of our children
to be callously used and tossed away,
All for a whim?
They say they care about us
and about making us happy
but when it comes down to it
they follow their ambitions
and we must follow blindly
like thick-witted cattle,
waiting to be milked dry
or slaughtered to feed the rich.
The good of the many is being sacrificed
for the good of the few.
See what I mean about heavy-handed? But seriously, how could this possibly describe one of the most powerful countries of our world? This should describe a country known for their human rights violations and their horrific barbarism, or some dystopian story, not “the leaders of the free world”. It should be a melodramatic rendition of things rather than practically a syllabus.
Things are dark out there, and they keep getting darker. We need to keep looking for the light. Looking for the helpers, like Mr. Rogers said. Better yet, be one ourselves. We will find others to stand beside us. We must stand. We must speak. We must not allow the past to repeat itself this time.