Some allude to a world dystopian, technocratic oligarchs
And corporate heroes, when truth, politics and religion
Are pronounced (often spat) in acerbic yet nostalgic terms.
Never a believer in absolutes, the relativity of all things
Now lapsed into the arbitrariness of myth or reality,
Falsehoods or evidence, justice or gamesmanship,
I crave a concrete proven fact’s acknowledgement,
A shared given or universal ‘yes ‘ we all nod to.
Power is what it has always been about, long plodding
Or devastatingly explosively quick and slaughtering.
The one constant.
I’ve read that if we stop talking about race, patriarchy
And binaries, they will disappear.
No arbitrary superiority shall be pre-ordained.
Our children’s children will not know these prejudices.
But silence can also deafen the voice we hear
Inside ourselves, to assure us–even in the face of fools and fakery–
That we know the difference.