Subjective Spectacles

It’ll be up and running in the new year. x

“I solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of the President of the World Government. And that I will - to the best of my ability - protect, preserve and defend the people of the World Government. So help me God.”

It’s Friday.
The Arab Rebel wipes off the sweat, blood and dirt that pox his forehead,
Looks around at all his friends, dead
Instead thanking Allah in the mosque is where they all ought to be.
It’s Friday, and yet the Tesbih is replaced by an ak-47.
He must fight for justice. Soon he’ll be in heaven.
His blunt bloody nails dig deep,
He scratches off the years of oppression on his head,
Surrounded by the unglorious dead.
You solemnly swear?

Saturday
And their dry, drained, dung-stained hands are masked with wrinkles.
A thousand deep-cut haphazard lines
Not from age but from the mines
Labour for which they earned no wage.
Six, stale citizens seeking solace
Standing on those steps of…
Why not extend a hand? Pull them up? Forget the Gem!
They never bit the hand that fed them.
Pain and tears, weep quietly,
there’s no point sobbing loudly as they’re kicked further down those steps of…
And you solemnly swear?

Sunday
And each day she feels the sun’s rage-filled glare on her back.
With every step she takes, those clicks are heard
Each bone dry to the core,
Worn out and the lines are blurred.
A master or a protector?
She’s blind.
She can still see but the light of hope vanished years ago.
And every ounce of happiness -
Was a sting she let go.
Now with every step she takes, those dreaded clicks are heard.
She bites her lips and draws blood
There’s no point sobbing loudly.
They were only children and their screams can be heard from the ground beneath her
No one to softly kiss the tears off their eyelashes
Who let such a thing occur?
Her back is hunched. Carrying the heavy burden of a million years falling down those same steps of…
But you solemnly swear?

Help us all. Please!
Pleading on my knees!
No action.
Fists clenched.
Teeth grinding
Violence is my reaction.
She is fighting for her children.
He is fighting for his friends.
They want to climb back up those steps to wear they stood
Just “solemnly swear” that you are up to no good.