Sight

I see you

In the corner, sipping your coffee

I see your knowledge

Maybe I’m the only one

The only other in this godforsaken cafe

Recognising the world going up in flames

People just going about their day

With their iced tea or chai latte

Coffee and the drug of poverty 

Desperation is the handicap of the hour

The powers that be playing in your head

Telling you what to think, Instead

Of letting rationality survive

How will the world work

If there were, God forbid, Equality (gasp)

It’s such a wonderful mass psychosis

Who me... well I never... no I’m not racist

This delusion that we’ve all surrendered to

That we believe we’re all equal

But some men of course are more equal than others

Worshipping, admiring, objectifying

Desiring 

A contradiction of self is a human

And we try to define it in a tiny little box

Always forgetting where we came from

Ugliness is in our essence

A drive to dominate and establish our presence

To be the One, the Alpha, the Omega

And when humanity failed we created the Other

The One, or the Many

And called them Creator

We said we were “created” in their image

Or that “They” are part of us

Self serving, petty and egotistical are we 

Oh but better than us is He

So yes, maybe I am the only one

No different from anyone else

Maybe even a bit worse

Seeing the delusion

And buying into it anyway

To be accepted into this cesspool of trauma

But I see you

Across the cafe

And I think

You see me too