a place in the world

must be nice to think
one has a place in the world
never to be shaken,
never to be questioned,
never to be seen differently
at any angle
(even in the deepest moments of
introspection)---
must be pleasing to the senses
to think you’ll never fade,
to wander the world in a
daze---
with a sloppy smile of
belief in a “god/s” that never
talk back,
so compassionate &
always listening to your
“prayers”
(squint & close them little eyes &
focus in whatever direction you
dream is more relevant),
with a hopeful & trusting pair of
eyes, always focused on the
authority of the state,
knowing in the deepest of your
heart that they have their
batons & bullets,
tear gas & bombs,
drones & bio weapons,
figureheads &
“representatives”
all acting in your best of
interest---
must be comforting to feel that
your kids will grow up
unharmed, that it will all unravel
like a disney film &
that there will be a light at the end
of your proverbial little
tunnel---
must be wonderful to find it all so
amazing, all so satisfying, all so
worth it, all so fun & dandy…
especially,
most importantly,
right
before
that
brick
hits
you
in
the
face.