Unkel Sam. He dead?
A last breath:
The sound
and the fury…
The sound
and the fury…
It
signifies
A people hollowed out by:
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Sound and fury
Pandering and pleading
Pleading for you
To save us from their fears
Crass and base calls
Greeted with loud cheers
(All of this is only about
Because your mother is out…)
At the heart, the dark heart, of the story:
Mad souls that must be recalled
That were
once
(If
it is to be believed)
Moral and
idealistic
Now mad,
consumed with ambition
fame,
fortune
At best, with getting things done
At
all costs.
Things out of touch
Things unrealistic
Things unwanted
Things that divide
It signifies a horror.
A darkness
we will plunge ourselves into
Confusing
it with light.
This is the way:
With a bang
They push us on
Into the
jungle
to make themselves
gods
We whimper
And
get dragged into a wasteland
salvation,
or progress.
Leaving us outside the kingdom, and
each alone
Entertraping:
Glazed eyes. Empty head.
A laugh—
Amused into
your place, to obedience
Action/ Adventure on a screen
Hooked with a bang
and released with a whimper…
A bang and a whimper…
Bang and whimper.”
It eggs us
on.
To carry
on, and not question.
Open minds. No
values, no judgments.
A society awash in amusements.
Really, we are
Empty minds.
They are taunting us with a bang
That is always just to come.
All I can manage is a sigh.
No anger
No shouting
No fear
No whimper
A sigh...
(And when they are wrong, a cynical laugh.)
The answer is beyond
Good
and evil
Or
evil and its lesser.
It is in the twisted and knotted banality
Of our
everyday lives.
Overlooking
Over
(mis)informed
Under
(mis)represented
Under
estimated
An indulgence in incivility
That makes us feel more real
Behind the sound and the fury
Lies the
horror
Of a story
woven out of shrewd ambition
Told to a
society
Behind the sound
And the fury
Hides the horror, the horror
Behind the primping
And the pandering
Oh, the horror, the horror
