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Just Telling It Like It Is

The Bright Tide: Digital Art by Shawn Michel de Montaigne





I never had children.

Strange, then, that I care about your kids more than you do.

  

I never owned real estate.

No one truly owns land.

But we should try to make ourselves worthy of it.

So few do.

  

All I own doesn’t even require

a small U-Haul to stuff it in.

  

My net worth,

minus my debt,

is measured in pennies.

 

I live in an RV.

Have done so for eight years.

I’m “trailer trash.”

No children, inbred or not.

  

This world is a circus,

a freak show.

Look at what we hold dear;

look at what we do not.

We rape the planet while clutching

ever more fitfully for something that doesn’t

actually exist, whose value is based on mere whim.

With it we buy shit we don’t need so that

we can show others who couldn’t care less about us

that we are worthy,

that we fit in.

  

What are you teaching your kids?

Nothing of value.

You are teaching them, more than anything,

to chase the nonexistent which has value by mere whim.

You are teaching them that they have no soul,

and therefore no need to protect and nurture it.

You are teaching them that the circus is sane,

is proper,

is moral,

and that they should do everything in their power

to become its ringleader.

You are teaching them that cruelty

is “realistic” while mercy and compassion are for the weak.

You are teaching them that vacuousness is moral

while awakeness--"wokeness"--is pathetic.

You are teaching them to become consumers.

Not citizens. Not persons.

 

Your children will be most unfortunate to see the next century.

Because of you, their future—our future—is going to redefine

what hell and chaos and war and bloodshed and privation are.

Because of you, asshole.



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From Fractalverse: Volume Six

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Photography: The Bright Tide by yours truly