Alive in papers

Alive in papers

As you dip your pen to the ink
So it does, adrenaline to the veins
Like blood spurring
From the snowballs
That you hold desperately,
down to the snow.
As you throw them towards the patrol cars
As you throw them at watchers
As you throw them at what you call society,
As you throw them at politics they stand-
Watching you throw soft snowballs
hunched over your typewriter Computer Pen and paper.

Haven’t you realized
As of yet that your ink comes from someone’s blood?
That your paper is nothing more than the proclamation
that all men are created equal
That your poems and prose and stories
and shorts are all but paper works
A fine work of mere literary bureaucracy and nothing more.

You have seen Life in a dysfunctional society
You have written On Democracy,
politics, capitalism and insanity
By running away from them
With utter abhorrence
By running towards
Your safe space
Of your typewriters Computers Pen and papers.
And you have written on the ones who stayed.

You have died every day-
Blamed it on the world for your death,
Never been near one away from your safe space.
You have lived with dead people,
On LSD, ecstasy and with Tomb waits.

And never tried asking for your neighbour’s name
Still running, hunched on your chair-
Leading nowhere, creating realms
Smoking died out cigarettes.
Alive with a pen
And paper
A Typewriter
And a computer.
We are all waiting for you to
Stand up, gently but firmly
And walk And not die every day.
We are all waiting for you to
Live your life
And Have your say,
On life now,
More than death.

Themis | Goddess of Justice

Themis | Goddess of Justice

***

Everyday

Everyday
People
Lock themselves inside their rooms
And Go out.
Get beaten
Bruised
Hurt
Despised
Said things too.
And come back home
To Meet the one they locked-
Console their screaming,
longing and abandoned selves-
In the corners of the dim lights,
Alone.

Scared

Scared

***

If Not For Yourself!!!

We have all come to a dead standstill
where,
we can only imagine
That the world was different.

Imagine we had enough food for tomorrow,
that no one died of starvation
or thirst, or less of any basic thing.
Air!
Water!
Food!
Cloth!
Shelter!
Imagine.

Imagine you had to steal food
because you were hungry
Knowing that you would be called a thief
Would you not do it?
Would you not steal?
Imagine you had to give up your privileges
for someone needs them more than you do!
Would you not do it?

Imagine, your idea of success or love
or harmony or any other bullshit
does not come before the demands of millions of hungry masses!
Would you still talk about love?
Or any other bull shit?

Just imagine that you had put guns
in the hands of men who kill for fun,
for adrenaline and for sport
And those men have killed for you
they will kill until
the day lasts long enough to have any soul in it.

Imagine what horrors your little ignorance
have brought upon this world
Could you for one second,
imagine that your eyes looked away from your phones
filled with privileged bullshit
and look towards the mass
Who are dying because of it!
You have come to a point
where the men you gave guns to
Will kill you for sport,
for fun for glory, as they justify.

Now that you know,
what you have made of this place
Imagine you had a child.

A View of Capitalism by Jason Jenkins

A View of Capitalism by Jason Jenkins

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