Our systems are tangled-
barbed wire style in the
no man’s land of
sense and
tactile reason.
Trenches dredged
in the name of progress,
when the frontlines can advance
with one white flag and words
that ring out true
and partisan.
All the casualties of
over complication
mounting like mayflies,
you can either
wilfully ignore
or unwillingly be
maddened by.
Why do we fight these
convoluted wars?
What’s it all for?
Why can’t all sides
outright choose
to refuse
mayhem?
“It’s nuanced!”
they scream.
But it isn’t.
It’s inefficient idiocy
disguised as fated
intricacy.
And it’s fatally
pervasive.
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