What? Do you think?


What if

to err is to be human?

But, not universal?


And, we are at best

Elysian mongrels –

in a field –

of wrongful existence;

an inhumane breed

that isn’t meant.

To be?


What? Do you think?

No,

nothing,

not at all.


Despite those Janus

empirical attempts

to civilise – by both

British and otherwise.

Tasking those unfit

with tyrannical wishes

of afternoon tea,

ballroom dances

and decorum

all the while

killing both

domestic and foreign

masses. Making

“civilised” territorial advances;

civilians accosted for the

colonial-cost

of another version of history;

lost;

whitewashed.


What? Do you think?

No,

nothing,

not at all.


An inhumane answer

is cruel enough

to be considered; just.

But,

to care about one another –

is just – too much?

We; this planetary cancer

of uncompassionate

missed chances..

Founded on

beings; lost.


What? Do you think?

No,

nothing,

not at all.


On homeward soil,

does terrafirm suffering

stop?

Outward..

Galactic empathy –

would be what?

Buffering? Double-bluffing.

Never gonna happen?

Watch this space;

amass dispersal.


What if

to forgive; divine

and life’s just a rehearsal

after all?


What do you think?

If all is, really, nothing?

Yes.

Then, there’s really

nothing to lose

at all.


The Sun never sets…


The English language

steals away

at your very heart

it was

seized by foreign hands

in their taking of foreign lands

they never wore pyjamas

until they renamed it India

and there never were shenanigans

before Ireland suffered similar

we say chow down oftentimes

and never think it over

of the Opium that caused a war

sailing to Fuzhou from Dover

or of those solemn slaves

sold into their shackled sauna

from West Africa where that yellow

fruit was always called banana

and across Africa to the East

the collabo certainly happened

In North and South Sudan or Kenya

where the Jenga is often flattened

the boomerang seems to circle

and find it’s way back home

the Aboriginals knew that

when the Empire took

(and went)

back to it’s throne.