Turning Over Tables
(Poem dedicated to the Liverpool Tate art gallery which has chosen to buy and display this piece of abusive exploitative art)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm wearing the right glasses
wrong glasses
wrong lens
or wrong vision?
All around me
people see things
differently -
depersonalise
rationalise
intellectualise
forgive
the unforgivable
excuse
the inexcusable
justify
the unjustifiable
speak dispassionately
where I would scream
scorn the expletives
that I need
see what I see
then walk on by
while I ooze liquid
from these maladjusted eyes
And Christ may not have been the son of God
but I know he'd agree
feel the rage
and the passion
that I feel inside
so I'll do what I can
in my own small way
turning over tables
for the love of mankind
<Deleted User> (11485)
Fri 27th Sep 2013 22:41
Brilliant poem.