Inaction

Inaction
Inattentive for all the distractions
Factions drawn along reactions
Protracting the facts at hand
In a manner than neither calms nor empowers
Hours and days and months
Poured into discussing all there is to discuss
Because we prima facie entrust
This riposte of ideas as robust

What if it's all just the jingle of the keys?
The shining of a light?
The subtle misdirection
The market's hand is slight
And despite all my affection
For the sound of my own voice
Is there a point to all the

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Debates placate
The need, innate
For us to feel like we participate
But that we see an oasis shaped
Is no proof we don't hallucinate

We validate the mandate
Of private corporations
Who sell us ethics as aesthetics
As status updates

But what if it's all
A machine that by design
Takes what will destroy it
And makes it so benign?

Like a picture of Guevara
On a shirt made in Taiwan
As long as the colour is black
You can have any car you want

And what if it's all just
The jingle of the keys?
The shining of a light?
The subtle misdirection
The market's hand is slight
And despite all my affection
For the sound of my own voice
Is there a point to all the

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