Self Oppression Against Yourself
Ayad Gharbawi
Those that greedily scorn you, they that persist in
Surrounding you and touching you;
Those that innately despise your Being, exist all around you
Screaming themselves to be your
‘Friends’, ‘Lovers’ and ‘Family’
But, think, I speak to you -
For, you are alien in thought and appearance to them
You are their reminders of what they themselves cannot ever Be
You create these Reflections of Fright that breathes
In their intertwined ribs of Perversities;
Listen! For you are what?
You are the Symbol Painful of their Evil
For these Sickening Sinner, who
Whenever contemplating the Lucid Portrait
That you have painted
And that you have so effortlessly
Exposed to their sickened sadistic Brains
And, yes, they become terrified;
Terrified of what, you ask me?
They become severely frightened
Of themselves
And that is why they turn their cheeks
From their own Sadistic Selves
From the portrait of themselves
And they twist now on to another path
Far removed from their own realities
And they thereby
Continue
Their murderous work
Understand, then, the Dangerous Emptiness which is around you
Understand, then, the Culture of Stupidity that they have surfaced from
For theirs is the land of silliness too real to behold
Theirs is the Land of Self-Fear
This is the land of Stupidity
The Civilisation of Plasticity
The Culture of Brainless Beautiful Bodies
Nations totalitarian render masses fearful of authorities on all levels
Yes, how true, but wait!
Nations democratic render masses fearful of what is within each Soul
Their stolen identities, lost and gone
The Screams of Munch reverberate and pound and murmur and sigh daily
In their varied manifestations and voices
In their varied moods and appearances within your insides.
Fear of one’s Self
The fear to discover human bonds, and not the norm
The fear to realize your need for Humanity, Warmth and Substance that
Cannot be attained
For, it does rarely reside in the homeland of the humans – the brain.
Yet, if loneliness and an island you become, you shall suffer accordingly
Social animals we are
Defective society turns your Personality, your Essence and your Being that is real
It turns and transforms you into the forests of Living Graves;
The same decomposing graves that are situated so deeply
Underground; and that lurk frightfully and mockingly
Within the sinister murkiness of your Disconnected Minds -
And then, you suffer necessarily, as you must, given your Unreasonable Realities
For, you are Alone and within Stillness, you exist
Existing in an open cage they call ‘Life’
And I call Self Oppression
And your varied passions and necessary needs do not hear their echoes
Nor do you see the murmurs of meaningful eyes from anyone anymore.
A dilemma such as this, needs to be understood and replaced
With healing ideas, Sacred and Eternal in their Supreme Serenity;
I tell you, o souls, Spiritual and Meek;
Treat the waxy masks around you,
Who casually call themselves your ‘Friends’, your ‘Lovers’, your ‘Family’
Treat them with your steel masks
Enjoy what you can enjoy
Try to nourish your bodily needs
There is no shame in that!
Even though they may be the driest fruits of your existence
For the recluse’s life can lead to further pains and mental torture
Read, write, sing; these Essences and Activities shall help
With the slowed passages of time
Co-exist, inasmuch as you can
Inasmuch as your masks allow you to co-exist
For you know, there shall be a tomorrow for you
The years of weariness and withering wilderness, shall cease
Hope in a superior tomorrow is a jewel and an essence of Humanity
The Fabric of your Life is that Hope
Without it, you suffer being but bitter and dying in your living
In between miserable conflicting strands of emotions and behaviour.
