Good Poem Lord

Sometimes we go to our little leftist gatherings
And don’t even think that we are outliers
Deluding ourselves that we represent the breadth of humanity
And that our way is best & most noble
While others fight our wars for peace & freedom
Their wives raising children as we’d hoped for ours
We sit in our shredded ego-filled shadows
Complaining of the lacks in our smug profound lives
As if every word were a burden wanting to drop
And we double-down on grandiose excuses
Just as the lecherous lecturers taught us
Target someone else & avoid being a target
Defence the best form of offense reversed
It makes no sense they say minds almost closed
Totalitarian cult club circles raging within
Anarchy so romantic in its lack of substance
Utopia that island purchased by your tech-entrepreneur
Via your inheritance and trust-fund leisure
Credit cards, bit-coins & ones & zeros
A once meaningful world left to die
Like your parents & grandparents in that nursing home
Paid for with their money, not yours
As hellish science tops the latest charts
Psychologists – teachers & healers
We develop our crushes unable to draw boundaries
Blame everyone else & sometimes ourselves
For giving in so easy to wickedness as a release
Escaping pain, escaping feeling, escaping life
As though it were all a great & mysterious burden
Nature calls us over & over & sometimes …
We see the beauty & the gifts & Christmas
And just turn it all into a useless protest song