Reflections of a Cultural Outcast It is not my national origin or physical appearance That maroons me among amoral animals that nonetheless look like me, Nor is it mental or philosophical debilities or disabilities that breaks my heart and causes me to be isolate, Nor is it my homelessness or poverty that condemns me to a lifelong sentence With little hope of freedom, parole or repeal, That precipitates my social and political Coventry, my lack of social contact And of touches or caresses tender and render me alone and inviolate. I still fascinate and attract females of my species my senior status despite From beautiful appropriate partners there has been no dearth or respite What it is that separates and alienates is that characteristic of inestimable value, My penchant for truth and morality that none can suffer, endure or abide This is the source and matrix of pain and suffering that I cannot articulate nor abdicate. Merit or maximum effort or incomparable mental acuity cannot cause me to avoid this dire fate, I daily need to resist focusing on the rank inequity and injustice Of my dedication and magnificent obsession with saving the lives of members of my species From a well nigh certain inevitable suicidal self destructive future, That only scrupulous honesty and uncompromising integrity Can create the accurate description of social reality can nullify and obviate, Since this requires the maximum unequivocal unrelieved sacrifice, Of doing without everything and anything while the parasitic do nothings grow fat as they posture and obfuscate While the Lovebush Government dithers, revels in corruption and prevaricates. I Shall Return, Tribute to Claude McKay I shall return, I shall return again to gaze with wonder eyes at the Blue Mountains, at the Pussy Rock in the Rio Cobre Gorge, at sweet green soldiers of sugar cane marching swaying gently away to the far horizon, at the chill waters of Cave River dashing towards the Bull Bay sea, of ganja trees twelve feet high covered with moss aromatic sensimilia to transport and befuddle me as I escape momentarily reality; I shall return to immerse my old weary body in the gentle waves of the Caribbean sea and gave lavisciously, salaciously at the nubile, svelte prominent behinds of shapes of Jamaican beauties knowing that I can never be successfully prosecuted for eye rape. Free Willie My mind, my essence, my intrinsic fundamental being, Encapsulated, entrapped, imprisoned, interminably confined, In a crystal matrix, in a rainbow prism of brilliant, scintillating light. Beyond hunger, beyond starvation, beyond feeling, beyond emotion, Beyond needs, beyond wants, beyond satisfying any and every desire, Beyond phobias, beyond intense anxieties, nameless fears or baseless frights. Beyond religious fervor, extremism or murderous terrorist fanaticism, Beyond baleful traditional ignorance, lack of education or other deliberately brainwashing debilitating blights. Beyond facile fraudulent frivolous illusions or massive burdensome delusions, Beyond irrational beliefs and ancient false befuddling ensorceling myths or other fantastic mind bending conditioning flights. Beyond all forms of petty crime, beyond drug abuse obfuscating while creating Societal order and control with mandatory jail sentences and merciless pitiless involuntary incarceration, Beyond violence, beyond savagery, beyond war potential nuclear holocausts, beyond guilt and extraordinary perennial genocides. Beyond manifest destinies, beyond tipping points and inevitable self destruction From the pernicious potentially catastrophic onset burning fossil fuels causing global warming. In suspended animation, aestivating, hibernating, pervasively humiliated, Divided, segmented, partitioned, fragmented patiently waiting For that so long awaited, so long anticipated Moment of complete extreme empowerment, of ultimate enduring enlightenment, Of emotional equilibrium, of unmitigated emancipation, of unrelieved realization That unrestricted positive development, freedom from poverty, homelessness and destitution. That hour of decision when that liberating civilizing choice and change confronts every one of us. When the wretched of this Earth attempt freedom, posit shattering the ubiquitous monolithic shackles of determinism, Attempt breaking the strings that make them puppets when they are on the march once again. Emboldened by accumulated knowledge by remorseless veracity to change the man or woman in their mirrors By telling the truth and doing the right thing as much as humanly possible And so becoming belatedly for the first time at last a majority of moral beings and voices of peace. Will you dare - find the courage to participate in the moral redemption of the human species, Will your friends and family answer the call to adapt to grow, will a majority of human kind? When the day of change dawns will you be there? William Edwin VIRTUE
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 15:44:43 +0000
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