I'm a Snowflake
It’s been a while since I’ve been poetically inspired
Fired up enough to put words to a page
Digitally reflecting my unrelenting feelings
That sometimes come out in some messy collected
You see, I’m not a rapper and I’m not a poet,
I speak my words
As in the rhythm of language
There Is simply,
The corpse of thoughts I have dreamt up
my inner beast.
I recently learned I’m a snowflake
I’m unique and delicate and easily offended
Crushed by a mass of people who forgot what
It is to be people. Blended with the fact that
What I consider human nature, is liberally spread
Upon a ground made of shit and bone-meal.
Fertilised by the waste of those that came before us.
Those that now deplore us as ridiculous
Always ambiguous in their need
To point out how pitiful we all are.
But I’m meticulous. I call them out.
I don’t shout, I simply explain that
The minority is them.
At least for now.
My ideas about what it is to love my fellow man
Might not be easy to recognise when our
Eyes are so set on them or us.
Them or us, it’s the crux, the reason we live
To fight each other.
So I’m a snowflake set aflame.
I don’t blame the generation before us.
Their mistakes are only based on the mistakes
Of those that came before them.
They ripple out across history
Forward and backwards, like the steps we
Take towards progress.
Or, rather, each other.
Is there progress in believing that
The easily offended youth of today
Have no right to feel like they’ve been betrayed
By the nightmare hordes of ignorant boobs
Wielding blades that would have them
Annihilate the very idea of condemning those
Who’ve chosen to hate, or to be late to
Democrat or GoP?
And then there’s my country:
Wallowing in self-pity,
Ashamed of the mistake half of them made
Not willing to admit that they fucked up
The Royal They, because they’re locked up
Released only when we need to remember
They exist for a boost to our global politic.
It’s just economic.
If they’d chosen to ‘remain’ perhaps
Things would not be this screwed again.
History repeats itself.
History always repeats itself.
Because they can’t help themselves.
They follow the lead of their parents
No mind of their own.
They won’t disown old fashioned values
They choose to amuse themselves
By pointing at false martyrs, who point fingers
At obvious villains.
See now I’m angry.
I’m a melting snowflake. Trying to refreeze.
Not crushed under foot,
Made firmer with my peaceful stand,
Connected to others like me,
And understanding those who aren’t.
Oppressed by a significant mass of trash
that bask in the schadenfreude
Of those annoyed by an increasing lack of depth
In the human character, who speak
Deplorable sounds disguised as words
That make sense, but it reality are simply inert
Only serving as weapons to hurt.
I don’t have a political agenda. I could give two shits
About a man stood in the white house who doesn’t belong there
Or a woman who holds his hand as if to say ‘Take me with you daddy’.
I could give two shits about Putin, who’s muting a generation
Because it’s easier to take over the rest of the world.
I could give two shits about those in power, who haven’t earned it.
Working too hard, playing guitars and snapping the strings
With pointless melodies, there to distract
From the Fact:
racial hate persists
People are starving
Gun laws are carving their
Way through the
American school system.
Four years disrupted.
Youth losing faith.
People loving hate
Good coming too late.
I’m a snowflake, set ablaze
In the malaise of storm clouds
Surrounding the world
That has curled itself into a ball
Buried its head in the sand
Until the land around it
Crumbles back into the sea.
When snowflakes melt,
That sea will rise.
When that rain pours
Creating the thunderous applause
Of justice clapping its dirty paws
We’ll drown in ourselves
Unable to celebrate
The little good that still remains.
I’m a snowflake, set ablaze.