Most likely to be published later this winter of 2020/2021, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....
PROEM & POEM No. 196 - My Life Matters!
My life matters! Not because this poet says so, because we each innately say “My life matters!” while rightfully behaving so since our specie first reasoned.
Regardless the popular collectivism misguidedly favored versus properly disfavored at a given moment, the universally respected and regarded "My life matters!" is the passionately constant retort and logically consistent response by each and every Individual when confronting threat of theft, plunder, injury, rape, murder as well mob riot, police brutality, organized terror, government war or any other form of violence whether criminal, social or political.
Both the protester in the street and the politician in the office will similarly retort and equally respond " My life matters!" when his/her preferred form of social/political violence inevitably visits upon their own head as well visits upon their business, home, friends and family. Unless to briefly point out the hypocrisy then move on, no one could logically, ethically fault them or anyone else for the retort and response.
It is not selfishness but self-preservation therefore the ineradicable human propensity and inexorable human right to consent or dissent on literally all matters. To disrespect then disregard the propensity and right for others while excusing oneself is monstrously inhumane.
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Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors
Stoke the storms of reciprocal norms (all fuckin' hoars)
Latter rounds of violent words, while neon twilight lurks
As felines covert, and canines overt, work the un-alert
Mind’s knick-knacks scatter, as tits-for-tats on platter
Upon drunk mad-hatters’ pilfering, mid deafening clatter
Ah, love’s tattoo undone, feels good as killer’s revenge
Fitly stung, rung and hung by hangman’s lustful binge
Thrilled by the killing spree, skilled by the swilling free
Blood and buzz, just because, as reaper grimly emcees
Till all sprawl to prostrate, aft’ brawl and broken plates
Fear innate, tears translate, inner silence’s altered state
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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.
Copyright © 2020 by D.C. Quillan Stone
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