My nerves take me over
The worst of ways, somedays
I pray for salvation of this, to stray...
My eyes can't miss the focal point
When it's glaring at me
Ignorance must be a fool's bliss, I see
When the gun shot's silenced
I will make my move, I'll bleed
When the tyrants are all speechless
I'll begin to talk and seethe
But, for now I'll play along
Though it's ruining me
Ignorance must be a fool's bliss, I see
I'll begin to explain
When you decide to follow
This land is for our taking
Not for us to dwell in hollow...
Words designed to spawn hate
Between you and me
Yes, there are words designed to spawn hate
Between you and me
As ignorant as can be
Believe you in me
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
This poem is an adaption of a song I wrote about how, in my opinion, the western world seems to be falling into a trap of being too comfortable with the way things are to do anything about the injustices that prevail straight from the top, i.e. governments, presidents etc. I wrote this back in 2008, when the global financial crises swept its way across the world's nations.
The narrator admits that he is aware of the problem as it's staring him in the face and making him nervous. He decides that the old saying "ignorance is bliss" cannot apply here anymore, as though it is some sort of powerful mantra that people have been brought up on that has seemingly put everyone in a trance-like state.
Ironically, as it turns out, he is all talk, but no action. Everything that he says he would do has its prerequisites. Alas, he is no better than those who find bliss in ignorance instead. Finally, he takes solace in knowing that he can at least start a dialogue by singing these words in front of a few people that might be listening.
Feel free to ask me anything in the comments section. Thanks for reading.
Photo by Jerry Kiesewetter on Unsplash
