The Power To Do Nothing Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The Power To Do Nothing



A useless discussion with the sounds of trumpets in the background.
Some would say indeed you are only tooting your own horn.
Dictating words back to sounding board.
If it has no life, how could we expect it to be reasonable in the art of reasoning.
Turn it to a slow boil stir the pot and see if still reassembles that which was untouched unsullied by human hands.
A chemical change not physically but ethically.
In what was once defined as right.
What if it was all to suddenly to change.
A backwards upside world that mirrors our very own.
Or at least what mind has been led to believe is our own.
How can one know anything different if nothing is ever experienced except that set forth in a counterproductive controlled environment.
Some would even go as far to say it is more of a controlled experiment then a controlled environment.
For the safety of whom, a defined set of rules designed by who and to what ends or purpose?
How do we justify what we really don't really even comprehend?
Just a pin prick in ocean lives in which some will be the victims through no fault of there own.
It can't be helped some would say.
For you to be happy someone must suffer.
But there scales are off on the comparison just made.
For sometime its a thousand, sometimes its millions just for one smiling face.
And how they suffer varies in a latitude of ways.
ranging from minimal to extraordinary.
And the choices are made upon the pursuit of happiness is without knowing.
A legitimate or illegitimate indifference that reaches across both land and sea.
Is ignorance a acceptable excuse, it can be when the contradicting voices just can't be heard.
Why is it that it seems that podiums for those claims are quite small?
Why is it that sometimes these people aren't heard from at all?
We can justify going out of our way only when it benefits us in someway.
When it is without a set price is it also without merit?
Cost effective defined by the cost elective.
As a human being what is our primary objective?
To rule the world by gathering the most power?
Do we really enjoy slavery, or is it just the benefits from it?
Do we really get off on all this death and destruction?
Or is it we just are not willing give up our daily comforts?
What is it that make us so capable, yet so resistant.

Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: ethics ,philosophy,politics
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