Don't send in the clowns

Political Mas(k)erade

Politicians are like the plan B for those who couldn’t make it as actors or beauty queens, or maybe they are all just the same.

Politicians, no matter how well meaning, by the very nature of their chosen profession, are self-initiated into a sort of mob, a rite of passage into becoming a crook, students with cliff notes on discreet thievishness learning slight of hand in the babbling brook of money changing under tables …riddle me this, who’s the rook?

Isn’t it funny that all the people on these ballots masked up and followed the masquerade…and you think they have character…. that suddenly they will display…that they will fight back a moral conundrum inside a system that rewards you for the function of lying behind a podium….as long as you stay humdrum and quiet, never cause a riot, go along with all the conjecture, play sides between the lectures.

Babbling without saying much, doesn’t matter because it’s all a potion of rhetoric over lunch.

Smile and nod
doesn’t matter what they say
people only hear what they wanna
hope hidden behind pomp and circumstance
an invisible parade
invites the masses to choose
theatre that’s participatory
exists by your belief in its story
but never a time has it provided glory
only sadness
only pain
only promises
only rain
nothing tangible to hold onto
because they can’t create
only destroy and degenerate
a practice to keep life waiting
and producing
and celebrating
All that is immorality inducing
until one finally sees the costume
the noose
the suit
the loot
the boot
the rules…. for you but not for them
just pretend

Until it ends….

Until it all ends…

Until at last the spectator can see the rouse…

And the curtain falls

And the lion tamer is left to tame its own cause

And the tight rope walker can finally stop walking the thin line of survival and applause

And the audience no longer calls

…. for the clowns
….and the circus finally leaves town
….and the world is still again, no longer turning ‘round
….and the politicians end the game of charades
….and the actors finally exit the stage
….and humanity remembers……comes out to play
….and taste life again,  dancing all the way

Without fear

Without doubt

Without worry

Without clouds

……..

And substance returns
And the glass is full
And clarity seeks us
And we welcome the sun
And we rest by the moon
And we walk by the sea
And there’s no politician in the way…. between you and me….

No authority to defer to
Except the Creator Alone
All-One Together, Together All-Alone

(Political Persuasion is a language of deceit and double speak, it uses fear to hijack the mind….but only if you let it….it’s time to NOT send in the clowns once and for all and say goodbye to the mas(k)erade…two sides same coin - put it in your pocket and save it instead)

With love and individuation from the madness of politics,

May we each learn to walk the path of life and away from the system of death….

Angela