A Yawn Of Subdued Lives Poem by Raj Arumugam

we love words
and unwilling to exert, to see for ourselves
we grasp at revelations, at what others can tell us;
and we suckle at concepts and ideas
and pronouncements
and ready-made phrases and formulas:
‘according to so-and-so’, and ‘according to tradition’
‘according to the Book’;
and we make mountains of our lies
and as if we know deep inside of our own pretences
we are intolerant of other people’s lies;
and so we love words
and unwilling to dive deep below
(it is too much of a bother, too much trouble)
we are content to remain shallow
and die after a yawn of subdued lives