life, injustice, and a clean shirt

Artwork by Banksy

life, injustice, and a clean 

shirt …

we are entangled in the bog, as we sweat, as we slog.

the crumbs we receive, with fanfare do deceive.

the 1% whip up emotions of hate, as they remain buffered in their ostentatious state.

we the people are confined to sweatshops, grinding away, for 18 hours a day.

they dock our pay if we dare fall ill, sewing our tongues shut so we may not talk, as long as their designer labels get paraded on the catwalk.

we have been subjected to this and we may never leave, as our mothers and fathers before us, into whom the talons of greed did gnaw and cleave.

they stoke our passions, of race, gender, religion, to whip up hate, blinding us so we may not see that we all share the same fate.

we are stuffed into offices, while they withhold our pay, while they strangle us until we bleed, our families discarded, for who are we to breathe and to feed.

we are expected to endure this hell, of indignity, of injustice, of tattered souls, of inexpressible hurt,

as we are repeatedly kicked down into the dirt.

but the news tells us that all is well,

the stock-markets are rallying,

the market robust as their coffers continue to swell,

as their billboards entice us with that haute couture pair of jeans, that impossibly expensive skirt,

just so that we clock in,

day in and decade out,

in a crisp clean shirt …

Artwork from Google

re-reposting this 🙊😀: what is love for me?

Artwork from Google

what is love for me?

Love is your head laying on my chest, beneath a swaying palm, love is the solace we offer each as a soothing healing balm.

Love is not swallowing what society wishes to us feed, love is wanting each other and not the illusions of material greed.

Love is knowing that the skin will age and wrinkle, love is knowing that the celestial star of togetherness will never cease to twinkle.

Love is knowing there exists no pristine hearts or souls, for we are all so very far from commercialised perfection, love is acknowledging that always, and in our moments of quiet reflection.

Love is truly and deeply loving each other, warts and all, love is kneeling down to lift each other up whenever we slip, whenever we fall.

Love is never thrusting ones beliefs unto each other, love is appreciating and embracing the differences between one another.

Love is not being constrained by race, religion, nationality, caste or tribe, love is knowing we all bleed red, and from a common fountain we all do life’ waters imbibe.

Love is honestly being content with what we have to share, love is never allowing the rat-race to us ensnare.

Love is not merely oaths taken, vows spoken, love is living and tending for each other when one of us feels lost and if one of us is torn, or broken.

Love is so much more than kisses and making love, though that is always oh-so good, love is nourishing each other with the truest emotions, the bounty of soul-food.

Love is having differences of opinion, of engaging in robust debate, love is not just agreeing with everything we say, love is not living in that sterile state.

Love is taking a stand, in this iniquitous world, love is speaking truth to power, love is never ever merely accepting it all, love is not us shielding ourselves so that in inured inaction we cower.

Love is your head laying on my chest, beneath a swaying palm, love is the solace we offer each as a soothing healing balm …

Artwork from Google