I DO STILL FEEL

I do not feel like indulging foolishness

In any guise or disguise

The masks of mindless metaphor

Without any rhythm

Cut and bleeding, pasted rhymes – just lines.

I often don't feel like indulging fools

Who continue to subscribe

To the debilitating proscription of culture

And the dogma that thrives unchecked or challenged

While we insulate ourselves from the other!

I no longer feel like indulging the folly

Of unconscious rhetoric, making excuses

And justifying our indifference

As our impotent submission

Allows atrocity to become normality.

And yet I do still feel that we can make the difference

I do still feel that there is hope

I do still feel that we have a chance

I do still feel the soul pervading beauty

I do still feel such overwhelming love.