A land slide of words,
grey and emotionless prevail,
cold-eyed disdain under no veil,
just unleashed for all they are,
and a disregard so flaunted,
like a steel blade taunted
by whole flesh unmarked by war.
Anger is better,
at least an attribution,
but this cold and seemingly impartial view
is worse for its innate reign
of judgement, its dark hues,
and I feel its breadth,
its consuming edges.
What am I but a target
for a judgement already made,
my clothing, my demeanor, my gait,
something gives me away,
to fall into the assumptions of opinion,
and cast aside as a worthless dominion,
too unimportant to address?
The right of such a soul,
is already revoked,
equality hoped in this day,
yet there are those of silver spoon denial
who see worth in terms of wealth,
assailing all who fall below
their guided, self-anointed wisdom.
Class distinction is more about belief and action,
different in attitude and direction,
neither better nor worse
but often ruled by a pompous objection
and in the end they act like spoiled children,
who have to get what they want.
I am oblivious to their snide remarks,
their counter-production smarts,
that do nothing for their cause but separate,
and in the end just procreate the same,
interbred and maimed by their own
inability to deal with humanity,
stuck in a runt of non-capability.
Tony DeLorger © 2018