Surreality Poem by Deborah Downes

Surreality



Between black and white, right and wrong, war and peace
lies the gray zone, the blurred line, middle ground, limbo
No boundaries between good and evil, moral and amoral, thin ice and solid ground
No safety net to prevent us from slipping into extremes
No caution signs or flashing lights to guide our steps
The painting of life has been drawn by an insane artist whose interpretation is subjective.

We live and die in a fairy tale with alternate endings
penned by politicians, media moguls, and religious fanatics
Who encourage us to choose freely from a stacked deck
Who convince us that we can win a game that is already fixed
Who compliment us on our finery while we are, in fact, naked.

We live in the land of the free
Where the rule of law applies only to common citizens
Where opportunity comes with a price that few can afford
Where getting credit is as easy as breathing but eventually choking
Where everyone has the right to work and the right to be exploited by their employer.

You might be dwelling in the kingdom of surreality
If conflicting images are presented as harmonious
If opposites are blended to form bland
If ugliness is sugar-coated and swallowed whole
If love and passion are weaknesses that interfere with success.

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