Verso Politico: This Minor World

These are the things that don’t require proof,

Natural laws, immutable truths,

The laws that nature provides.

Like how the sun comes up every day,

And forces the moon to fade into gray,

And how all things are ordained.

The movement of the tides, the ebb and the flow,

The phases of the moon, seasons come and then go,

The cycles of growth and decay.

And in the comfort of this minor world,

The flags of our tiny lives unfurl,

To mark the passing of the day.

Small fools are we, but it’s our way.

It’s our way to be cynical, to have our conceits,

Worship painted heroes, with terracotta feet,

Aspire to be rich, aspire to have fame,

Then register in hotels, under someone else’s name.

It’s our way to become selfish, our way to become small,

To put all our wants before the needs of us all.

I wish I was better; had a generous heart.

But I keep growing smaller, no matter how big I start.

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