The hidden side
The hidden side
Fustles and furies
Against the gories,
It shuvvers and shakes
In astonishing meanger
The hidden side
Bashles and fumps
Against the slavenemies
To destrend and condembolish
The horrific dischaoster
Andrea Vermaak
P.S. I set out to write a whimsical poem about about a fantasy world at night, but my thoughts soon turned to 'hiding' the terrible things happening in our world in a few ugly neologisms (ironic, yes, I know). My inspiration came from how we often wrestle with our emotions when we see things are not right with the world because we don't know how to fix things, yet we really want to make things right again and help people.
I feel that we ignore the chaos much of the time and perhaps even try to hide it from ourselves because we feel guilty. We bury it in the recesses of our minds because it is too ugly to process, face, or do anything about.
We hide the atrocities in politically correct words/phrases and polite conversation because we're too afraid to talk about what is really happening. We're too afraid to use those terrible words: war, disease, poverty, starvation, human trafficking, rhino poaching...just in case we're called to make it right, but we don't know how.
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