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Through the Prism Darkly · Mar 15, 2025

The Veil is Lifted / Abominate

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Dr. Alex Baker-Friesen · Through the Prism Darkly

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        The veil is lifted.
         We see it clearly,
          Not for the first time
          Its sneering cold command
          Demeanour fair & squalid
            We fix our gaze
                Squarely in its meager eyes
        The system
             it abominates
        Resigned, with weary sighs:
         To its unhinged Promothean scythes
          its Gods of technê,
           Gifted, ostensibly.
            They claim, untamed
         Exclaim!
          It subliminates - psychosis and all
           Its banal civilised gall
        Seared suffering in witness;
         Arendt's rememberance.
          A daughter, her trauma?
              To watch
                  A body, burning. It's alive
                              .....
                   Her father's, just out of shot
                     It abominates
                         It abominates
           Our children, hanging from walls
             Faceless. Limbless, Often
              Vivid pictures, time does not soften.
                My daughter's face, in it seeps
                And so, then, do I weep.
                  I weep. So much to bear.
            But bear it we must
              For what suffering is theirs
                Is ours to labour,
           Transmute - arduous,
             adorned agents of change
       The veil is lifted
        The unravelling
         A balance tips
            On grand, egregious schemes
             Spawned in rotten minds,
                   Deluded oligarchical dreams.
             A governance by mediocrity,
              ignorance, pathological greed
               Kleptocratic Kakistocracy, indeed
             Yet What is this White
              One who reigns supreme?
       The futile burst/
         extinction - metastasised spores
          What is this One
             Against the many
       Bless.
        His minions, they charge.
         In spite
          This one's vast reserves
              Of extracted, exploited verve
       Our reserves : untorn, we are mighty
          extinguish us - we grow greater
            Resilient. Abundant.
              Irridescent-diversity
                    Multidudes!
       We are their abominable
        We, they, us.
         We lie. In wait - that world,
           Beyond a precious membrane,
                                                        // it waits
       We must love, for it to grow
        Gestate, Perforate, Elevate
         Though the prism darkly, it elates
                           

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