We always knew that truth is only facts that we, the people, feel. That’s why we always claim our birthright to the soil you walk upon (with dirty feet), our facts are on our side and you who don’t agree are wrong. You are never us; will never be; you non-people, vermins! slugs! you, the nonbelievers, the heretics.
You should bend to us, to superiority, and lay down your rights for us. We are not preposterous and if you only bow to us, if you stay humble, silent, we promise you our mercy to receive the gift of crumbs we leave. We promise you; you will have the right to work for food if you only stay away so we never have to see your ugly faces. We are good and decent, you are thieves and rapists, but we are willing to forgive, to love despite your dark deficiencies if you never stand too close to us.
We crave order, we need laws protecting assets claimed by us. You need to wash your hands before you touch our cars! You are contagious, FILTH! Why did you make us ban the DDT!
How can you talk about your rights? We are the only victims to your system, we are the people, declined our birthright to be first.
You are the virus causing damage to the DOW.
We are humans,
you are not.
For Poetry sand storytellers united on the subject of “Contagion” I write about the virus of polarization that seems to sweep the world. I hope that that you don’t think this represents my own views or that I see my self included in the we of my prose poem manifesto.
March 1, 2019