Death of an insignificant man 1992 (?)

Death of an insignificant man 1992 (?)

Perhaps 200 people knew of this
Or maybe more or maybe less
Not one of them would do a thing
And so I endlessly obsess.
If I spoke up they all would lie
Then ask me “are we all that bad?”
It sort of made me want to die
Or run away or else go mad.
No single person would step in
It made want to just give up
The culprit in this awful case
Just screamed at me to “just grow up!”
Then when I acted much more brave
She screamed
“You’re digging your own grave!”

I spoke with this one and with that
They greeted me with smiles or shrugs.
And said”We can’t do anything”
Then reccomended books or drugs
Or experts ranked from A to Z
Or perhaps as benefit to the nation
A hobby art form puzzle movie book
Play opera distraction new club
Or vacation..
Somebody there would surely know
How to cure or remedy This Thing
Or else how to make “bad thoughts”
Go away (like magic!)
Never ever to return.
Is one permitted to be an adult?
Is one permitted to discern?

“We do not want to read sad news”
One said behind the scenes.
“We’ve had enough of such bad news”
They hid among their oaks and evergreens.
“We do not want to think too much”
I sort of wanted to agree.
“We do not want to feel too much”
For me this too was misery.
“We do not want to know too much”
I did not think this wholly dumb
“Of course we’ll never do too much”
At this i grew both cold and numb.

.Some people matter, some do not
I guess this is what people mean,
Some facts do matter, others not.
Which could be sweet or else obscene.
What matters is Society.
What matters is Propriety.
What matters is Authority.
What matters is Theology
What matters here is Family.
What matters is Community,.
What matters is Majority.
What matters is Hierarchy.

Its not that i was anarchist
Or socialist or communist
Or rebel or a nihilist
Or yeah Eccentric or the Odd Man Out
(sure, chose some loaded word from your damn lists)
A fellow citizen died
200 people knew of this
And nobody really cared .

One said to me
“Business is good!”
“I do not want to hear this stuff!”
“Its crazy and quite immature!”
“I think we really heard enough!”
“The people too will think you odd
And they have problems of their own”
‘In any court room you won’t win
So leave us Good People alone!”
Then he confessed to his despair
He was alone, no one did care
No one did care and in this land
Nobody tried to ‘understand’ .
But why dwell on our past mistakes?
Is life not bad luck and good breaks?

Was this the planet of my birth?
Was this the country of my birth?
Was this the state of my own residence?
And home to several US presidents?
Or do such things matter much?
Most folks will say “you’re out of touch”
“You don’t take care ” or “you think too much”
Or “really way to senstiive”
Or “bow on your knees and just ‘forgive”
Those “lovely folks who ‘let you live”
Or ‘what is in this thing for you?”
“Nothing anyone could do”
“You spill the beans, they’ll all blame you”

Perhaps 200 people knew of this
Or maybe more or maybe less
Not one of them would do a thing
And so I endlessly obsess.
If I spoke up they all would lie
Then ask me “do you think we’re ” bad?”
Or “please do not get so upset!”
“We all feel hurt when you get mad:
It makes us think here of your dad
(who really scared us quite a bit)”
200 folks all full of shit.
Nothing more or less to it.
Though Dad was often come to think of it
Not wholly devoid of such shit.

It sort of made me want to die
Or run away or else go mad.
No single person would step in
It made want to just give up
The culprit in this awful case
Just screamed at me to “just grow up!”

Yes every thing does have a price.
And every thing does have a cost.
If you do not please Such People here.

They douse you with so called Advice.
They douse you with their Medicine.
They douse you with their Politics.
They douse you with their Mathematics.
They douse you with their Economics
They douse you with their Sociology
They douse you with their Humanities and Inhumanities.
They douse you with their Memories.
They douse you with their Laws
They douse you with their Families.
They douse you with their Biographies.
They douse you with their Bureacracies.
They douse you with their Rationalizations.
They douse you with their Rewards
They douse you with their Punishments.
They douse you with their Threats.
They douse you with their Cowardice.
They douse you with their Beliefs
They douse you with their Examples.
They douse you with their Reccomendations.
They douse you with their Lies.
They douse you with their Fictions.
They douse you with their Philosophies.
They douse you with their Psychologies.
They douse you with their Games.
They douse you with their so called Ideas
They douse you with their Brutalities
They douse you with their Manipulations.
They douse you with their Insensitivities.
They douse you with their Consensuses
They douse you with their Statutes.
They douse you with their Seductions.
They douse you with their Pragmatisms.
They douse you with their Reports.
They douse you with their Rulings.
They douse you with their Distractions.
They douse you with their Diagnoses.
They douse you with their Prognosis.
They douse you with their Opinions,
They douse you with their Cherished Beliefs.
They douse you with their so called Criticism.
They douse you with their endless Rules
So that you should just Disappear.
As if you were The Problem here.

They doused you with their Nothingness..
They douse you with their Nothingness.
They will douse you with their Nothingness.
So well disguised as Somethingness..

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