We All Suffer
A poem by Moony Thinker
We all suffer.
Through the decisions made
By men with big egos
And small penises.
Those in the wake
Of their pride
Must all suffer.
There are boundaries,
There are rules to this
Engagement, but
They aren’t followed.
Instead, everyone is in
This game of destruction.
Mothers, fathers,
Brothers, sisters,
Children…
They all suffer;
On both sides,
They all suffer.
There is nothing
To be done when
Big egos and
Small penises
Decide to
Wage war.
We all suffer.
There is no grand or best reason for war.
These are actions taken by people who allow their pride to speak for their fears. Instead of being awake, they close their eyes and decide that it is better if everyone suffers like them.
Be well, my friends.
— MT
— Extra —
Hey my friends!
I am starting another art project. This one is focusing on artists of all kinds where I interview them. I plan to make a series of these interviews and to call them collectively Dreaming While Awake. The point of these interviews is to better understand the artist’s focus, discipline methods, hopes, dreams, projects, and what they are moving towards.
For those interested, please reach out to me through one of my various connections shared in my LinkTree down below!
Thanks!
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