You’re in the Twenty-first Century, Son

A poem by Sha’Tara 

You’re in the twenty-first century, son:
don’t bother looking up, there’s nothing to see.
Keep your head down and another laced cookie
will reshape the world differently, no need
to lift your eyes, there’s nothing to see,
is there. Vacant eyes studying the rug:
perfect pose for the occasion.

Everything that’s shopped for
gets carted away in stretching plastic bags
under sagging shoulders and drizzly clouds.
You’ve seen it a million times, or you’d have
if you’d ever opened your eyes
beyond the keyboard. But hey, forget it,
never mind that, I can wax philosophical
at the most inauspicious moments.

It’s all completely meaningless, isn’t it,
a happy meaninglessness created just for you.
Don’t let me spoil your high. Build it up,
your high school reunion is tonight.   Not
all of ‘em are dead yet if they’re still
on Facebook. Was I talking about
global warming, or warning?   Maybe.

Maybe it’s a train; maybe it’s the rain,
that clatter, maybe it’s your pain.
But what does it matter to you
sitting there not knowing why, or where?
You’ll get through it, son, you will.
You’re special, like everybody else and
death is there for you too, so don’t worry
there’s always somebody who cares
enough to put you in the stretchy plastic bag
after being photo-shopped for; after
your environmental fee is duly paid.

Oh please! Don’t get up; don’t thank me.

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11 thoughts on “You’re in the Twenty-first Century, Son

  1. Rosaliene Bacchus

    Powerful!

    Especially loved the way you expressed our meaningless pursuit of endless stuff.
    ~ Everything that’s shopped for / gets carted away in stretching plastic bags / under sagging shoulders and drizzly clouds.

    And to what purpose? In believing the narratives fed to us, we end up the same way.
    ~ You’re special, like everybody else and / death is there for you too, so don’t worry / there’s always somebody who cares / enough to put you in the stretchy plastic bag

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  2. We come from dreams ~

    Sorry for the delay. Hadda lot of monkey business the last couple of days, and I see that the kids have been keeping everyone company.

    Your poem embraces 99% of the people on Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, various forums pushing political candy…….hey little girl, want some candy?

    Your masterful use of visual imagery at the fore once again, huzzah!

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Hey, thanks. What delay? I’ve been busy here too, burning the midnight oil to get caught up on WP! Finally got around to actually listen to The Blockheads, “sex and drugs and rock and roll” – reminded me that even back then I could sense the whole of white western Christian domineering society was headed for the proverbial toilet. And what a surprise, here we are. We had to be very dedicated in destroying the planet, instigating wars and practicing the highest level of greed and educated ignorance this world has ever seen, but it paid off. We made it. Gimme a high five, fellow lemmings!

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