We’re off the hook, if that’s the right phrase to use;
there is no - as th’ saying goes, impediment to our
moving any which-way we chose - so we’re free t’
do as we please - & there, the definition falls apart
The byline our hegemony imparts suggests we’ve
still got a duty, i.e., a strict set of regulations, t’ be
obedient to, unless we’re happy to incite its wrath,
& if you do, beware anyway ‘cause there’s never a
relenting; yeah I knew, right from pre-school days
where dissenting decisions th’ ‘Hierarchies’ made
meant lots of isolation, while th’ rest of your peers
looked on in silence, which also meant consent -
So you’d play their game - acting out its intrigues
to some sort of climactic conclusion where we’re
all supposedly better informed & prepared to see
‘accepted’ definitions of what there is, regardless
Of far better views so obvious to any whose eyes
hadn’t been screwed shut by a process of simply
just getting to the venue - but we’re off the hook,
they say, and don’t have t’ play those rules again
Which means - we’ve still got a duty to believe…
© 26 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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