Thread by @juliaerin80

Monolith -- for #worldpoetryday

Down he came, the Southern monolith

A dramatic end to old fashioned values.

For centuries he stood for folks to worship

Reminding me of a past I could only condemn.

Murderous, ruthless, hate-filled actions

Long over, yet clouding my vision, as smoke.

Through a haze of smoke

I strain to see what modern monolith

We could possibly erect to commemorate our actions.

Selfishness, greed, excess, are our values.

Who will my children grow up to condemn?

Will there be any ideals remaining for them to worship?

I can’t find any woman, man, or modern God worthy of worship.

My faith in humankind dissipates as smoke.

It is so easy to condemn.

Easy as toppling a monolith

I can’t abandon my values.

I know they must be reflected in my actions.

What does the world see through my actions?

Education, resistance, radical love, are what I worship.

But sometimes, an abundance of apathy obscures these values.

All is smoke.

So much for core values.

“Freedom”, “Democracy”, “Equality” we said were our values.

Yet these ideals were only accessible to some.  Others stood too afraid to condemn

Those who put on a show of smoke

And mirrors to hide their actions.

The corrupt ideals they worshipped.

To which they erected unholy monoliths.

Still hope remains that our values will be reflected in a monolith.

That we will learn not to worship those whom we should condemn.

I dream of resistance in action with purpose that won’t evaporate as smoke.

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