(This is the 6th in a series on racism that appears on the 20th of every month.)
FUCK ‘EM
Fuck the blacks and fuck the whites
and fuck the greens, blues, reds, browns, yellows and rainbows.
Fuck the feminists, chauvinists, communists, capitalists,
conservativists, extremists, traditionalists and shitlistists.
Fuck the buddhists, the jews, the christians, the hindus, the moslems
and every other worshiper of segregated holiness.
Fuck the flag wavers, team brayers, yes sayers, no sayers
and all the wishy-washy go-any-wayers.
Fuck all the goody-goodies with their pathetic baskets of oh-my-goodness recycled unconsciousness.
Fuck the positive thinkers pretending to rule reality by spraying perfumed mind smoke on stinking self-pity perversions.
Fuck the my-groupers and we-herd troopers.
Fuck the elites with minds covered with sheets.
And fuck the me-me-me-me me-ers, the blind beyond the mirror see-ers.
Fuck the moneyed nobility and fuck their titled knights.
Double fuck them because they’re the lords of war, the devil’s favorite whores.
Fuck them for stealing from the starving to destroy the lives of the striving.
Fuck every single mind-twisted dingle who cannot see the dignity of humanity.
Fuck every diluted soul who turns away from the goal of making humanity whole.
Fuck every rabbit-hearted committee warrior obsessed with a false rival
instead of the struggle for our common survival.
Fuck ’em!
Fuck ’em for dimming the vision of beauty.
Fuck ’em for muffling the song of freedom.
Fuck ’em for souring the taste of justice.
Fuck ’em for stinking the scent of love.
Fuck ’em for choking the pulse of truth.
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em…
Fuck ’em!
“The devil loves racism, nationalism, prejudice and exclusive religion.
He serves them generously heavily spiced with politics.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: The Frozen Heart)
You don’t have to understand the language. The media is the same throughout the world. It throws gossip, games, sports, sensations and scandals at the public like garbage. Entertaining garbage. Selected current events are presented divorced from a relevant context and sold as news. Money and wealth are worshipped and ”experts” advise us how we should dress, eat, party, interact, think and consume. Lotsa consume.
No serious discussions about the problems of our times are conducted with any depth or continuance. The public is treated as intellectually immature consumers incapable of understanding the affairs of society.
On the other hand, why should the media be responsible for the public discourse? The media consists of a few super corporations dedicated to making a profit. It has no mandate, obligation or desire to inform or educate the citizens. On the contrary, well-informed citizens would seek other, healthy, channels of information. It profiles itself as a champion of information, but that is public relations nonsense. It is geared to generating profits, not enlightenment, while defending the prevailing money-based system of rule. People who believe otherwise demonstrate an unhealthy perception of reality caused by a junk diet fed to them by the media.
“They sell their words as news
the way a prostitute sells her services as love.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Fuck em!)
Blind eyes pretending to be clear
foul mouth praising all that’s square.
Squatting in the shadow tired and worn
dreaming of glory days, dreading a storm.
The moss grows strong, decay’s a treat
the nettles scratch at rotting feet,
their softest touch feels like a kick
Is that laughter or memory’s trick?
He confesses his sins to nature’s fate
but nature smiles and says, ”Too late.”
He confessed his sins in the final hour filled with dread.
The priest bent over and whispered softly, ”Drop dead!”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Owners of Words and Pictures)
Where are the arrogant rulers who stood framed in marble?
Their reflection disappeared with a cloud.
Their green laws and red rules were swallowed by the wind.
Their luxury blended into dust and sand.
Their statues cannot be imagined among the grass.
Most of them have disappeared into the nothingness beyond memory. Some cling to a dark surface of a dusty book waiting to be devoured by a bug. A few hide in some digital holes. A handful are kept in trophy cases as examples of how destructive a human can be.
All of them could be discarded with a single flush.
“Pebbles, dust and sand,
the remains of greatness in history’s hand.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: The Old House and Nature’s Fate)
I sometimes give myself the task of discovering things I’ve never noticed before in familiar places. This little RB 6.5 sign, for instance, sits on a pole that I’ve walked past dozens if not hundreds of times. I never noticed it before. Not consciously.
I don’t know what it’s for, but assume it designates a point for an infrastructure utility; a water main, electrical
cables, whatever.
With two letters and two numbers about 54 000 locations can be pinpointed. The metal plate tied to a metal pole with a metal band indicates a desire for permanency. It seems to have been around for a while. Old but not antique, worn but fully functionable. (That could be a description of me.)
Modern technology—wireless communication and GPS positioning—will undoubtedly replace these metal markers with more efficient unseen signal senders.
I’m glad I’ve gotten to know RB 6.5. It’s certain to greet me cheerfully the next time I walk by. I’ll smile and acknowledge our friendship with a silent, ”Hi, RB!”.
“How do you administrate life’s gift?”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Reflections in Marble)
The shopping center has replaced the church
at the center of town.
So we worship the market,
pledge allegiance to the holiness of money
and live in servitude to the financial royalty.
We wear the cross of democracy around our necks.
Mindlessly.
Pretending to forget that it died
because of our sins.
“I’ve never understood the custom of having a royal family represent a democracy.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Unseen Markers & Signs)
The golden ball is full of holes
and hollow darkness.
It claims to possess the light
(which is behind us)
and distracts from the colorful life
in front of us.
Those filled with hollow darkness
dance around the golden ball,
call it sacred names,
pledge faithfulness and obedience
and pray to be blessed with a piece of light
and a color or two of life.
“Beauty is a child of health.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Church and Crown in a New Town)
Give me your stressed, your depressed,
your tired and poor of hope,
your stuff-burdened masses yearning for fresh air,
the wretched indebted.
Send these soul-suffering masses to me,
I lift my arms besides the forest door.
“When life is not enough
the void must be filled with stuff.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Dance Around the Golden Ball)
A: Why are you making such a big deal about destroying their houses? They weren’t much to begin with. And besides, they had very little stuff in them. You don’t see us destroying houses here do you?
B: No, here you throw people out of their houses.
A: We allow them to take as much stuff as they can carry or fit into their car.
B: Yeh, the car that they can’t afford gas for.
A: They can sit in them and eat the food that they get from the food stamps that we provide for them.
B: You’re so generous.
A: Yes, we are, aren’t we? Now run along and get back to calculating our profits. On the way out tell Pedro to throw another begger on the fire. It’s chilly in here and we must save on oil.
“Only humans can be inhuman.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: The Oak of Liberty)
“Thou shall not kill
without first convincing your subjects that it is necessary.
Under ideal conditions (well indoctrinated subjects)
you should be portrayed as a savior
and your actions should be seen as beneficial
for family and friends of the victims.”
Dartwill Aquila
(Tomorrow: Lack of Housing is not a Housing Problem)
System Humanity 