the obscenity of the banal
gores into our being
becoming so vulgar and common-place
rendering us blinded and unseeing
the obscenity of a 14 year old girl
sold for her virginal flesh and smooth skin
the obscenity of a 76 year old man
beaten down and trampled by his own kin
the obscenity of the banal
renders us mute and impotent and to blame
for all the obscenities we turn our heads away from
render us all culpable in the ledgers of humanity’s shame
the obscenity of the banal
is pock-marked with our complicity
the obscenities we accept each day betrays our own duplicity
the obscenity of the 35 year old woman slaving like a hog
cursed at and spat on and thrashed by the filthy rich man’s excess
the obscenity of the 9 year old boy who is the man of the shack
bound and gagged by a society too blinded by its own image of its success
the obscenity of the 47 year old single mother of three
trying against impossible odds to feed and clothe and shelter them all
the obscenity of the 17 year old teenage boy who must drop out of school
in order to assist his ailing mother as she works from dawn till dusk pushing her fruit stall
the obscenity of the banal
makes me sick in my stomach each and every time I see
my own face in the mirror for i am as complicit as you or she or he
the obscenity of one-thousand dollar shoes for elegant feet
the obscenity of a malnourished baby suckling at his mother’s dry teat
the obscenity of the glitz and the glamour and the sweet-smelling suave-talking chap with the perfect tan
the obscenity of the dead-eyed 14 year old whose innocence is plundered by that same charming moneyed man
the obscenity of the banal
is there for us to see day in and day out
the obscenities around us that we choose not to care a hoot about
the obscenity of the powerful as they wreak havoc sans morals, sans shame
the obscenity of the religious ones who hack and kill in their blind god’s name
the obscenity of the banal
is a shameful truth that we all must know and we all must see
but we have been blinded by our greed as we fuck and party and work-hard and play-harder and buy and sell and raise a hue and a cry for ‘our’ people to be free
the obscenity we witness in your town and mine
in your village and his
in her street and yours
in that alley and in this hotel and in that and in this without end
is a scar on our so-called morality which we passionately defend
the obscenity of the banal
rips open the veneer of our silence and exposes our wretched disgrace
revealing a rotting carcass of ugly truths that we will choose never to face
the obscenity of the banal
continues as we work and fuck and play and dance and meditate and pray
while the daggers of our complicit silence rips even more as we feast and slay
the obscenity of the banal
will never ever come to an end in this day or the next or in some far-off morrow
for we have become so self-absorbed that we cannot even acknowledge the others’ sorrow
for who are they, these ones of which we speak?
the humanimals who beg and steal and who of cheap and stale urine reek
and thus the obscenity of the banal will forever stay with us
until we clean out our minds that have become so filled with apathetic pus