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So-ciety

July 23, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Taste over affect, the irony of society, like coffee beans decaffeinated
we’re too reactive, in need of a stimulus yet in denial to our addiction to imploring deplorable passive aggressive proactive decapitations
of independent identities, with urban demasculations
and increased political footballs and populism encapsulated
the split in tribalism is all the more gravitated
and one peoples suffering seems like a newly sadistical infatuation
because it is soon politicized on both sides as a means of aggravation
antennas rescinded, cynical syndicates, the senate a symbol of assembled agendas with tentacles
latching to private interests providing for corporations and priviledged individuals
for personal residuals
bipartisan martyrdom is one who becomes independent transcendent and memorable
yet too many feel invisible
too many feel invincible
too many reveal identical
phobias and fearmongering that distills violent principles
and the new interior war is of colliding reciprocals
because another side feels slighted, denied its slice and only provided minimal
when the least is neglected, so is the notion of a society
when the police don’t protect ya and cover ups of kids getting molested by their local diocese
when a woman’s death is used to politicize an exaggerated up rise in illegal immigrant crime sprees
yet supremacists kill a woman broad day in Charlottesville and they aren’t given the same indictment? What an irony
and the families of these violent sieges get no privacy
with lengthy news exposure capturing a moment providing no time to grieve
robocalls for racial incentivized actions against black elected public officials in 2018?
a section of our population grumbling the same immortalized dying words of a black man being arrested for soliciting cigarettes, all identifying with “I can’t breath”
Obama ran on Hope, after 8yrs hears the backlash
middle and lower classes becoming lab rats
and books aren’t the only thing packed in backpacks
certain unaffected people still believing things aren’t that bad
and the death of the last truly bipartisan republican either will serve as an awakening or a symbolized moment of a dying breed
because the call for unity has been met with hide and seek
besides ad nauseum, tribalism, desensitization entirely tirelessly becoming reality in our society
now socialism is a dirty word, and unity has become hyperbole satyr and irony
So-ciety

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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