Are We Overwhelmed

How can we even tell

A poem on existential crisis and social justice

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Are we overwhelmed,
how can we even tell,
what is left to sell
to make ends meet,
to keep little feet
in shoes?

Leaders at the helm
are taking us through hell
as far as we can tell,
in darkness, past the deep
with such “tremendous” feats,
we lose

Every hope we held,
places that we dwell;
all faith dispelled,
treachery and deceit,
raging stories defeat
the truth.

Do we feel compelled
to risk a prison cell,
speak what no one will tell?
Might we be so indiscreet,
against the excessive drumbeats
subdued.

Is it possible to sell
the “greatest” treasures non pareil
to ever-secret clientele,
the never-satisfied conceit
of a master class elite
excuse?

Are we overwhelmed,
what is there to tell,
how far from grace we fell?
When do we dare to speak
tell them that we see
the ruse.

For shoes,
we lose
our truth,
subdued;
excuse
the ruse.

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Spiritual necessity vs. physical need. Was this the original design of Creation?
Or was it that all should have life, and have it abundantly? How do we get back to Eden?

We are a very long way from there. It is time to start the journey back, even at great personal expense.

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