A False Ideal

I am calm, content - breathing easier, and
agreeing to get along with everyone in my
group by condoning their views, accepting
a general consensus that this little place, &
the things we do, is all there is: translating

lines by police seeking Dulcie September’s
murderer who shot her in France to stop
ANC from ruling South Africa - & today we
salute effective State capture by a corrupt
ANC who steal from the poor to give to the

politically-associate, exceptionally-rich; quiet
and peace is all my desire, agreeing with the
powers that be, getting along with colleagues
‘cause the only purpose of life is living in joy,
whilst fighting against odds is useless pain

achieving nothing: discovering that a happy
me is an arrogant being who is unwelcome
where-ever she is, while a resigned me with
nothing to say lives in peace without undue
suffering, agreeing we’re nothing in a grand

scheme of being where liberty’s a false ideal…

[Tuesday 29 January 2019]