[size=150]Vaccinated cities[/size]
Science, technology, vaccinated cities
inoculated people, purified water, cleaned streets…
all we need to feel dead, to aceppt our living-dead state
at the reach of our hands
quasi-poetry and quasi-music
quasi-books and quasi-friends
quasi-governments and quasi-governors
quasi-life and quasi-death
a vaccinated city has its problems too:
false friendship and false love
false authority and false subordination
false laws, false law-breakers, false law-keepers
false men and false children
creatures made out of fear, made out of hate
born ro hate and born to destroy,
born to conform and born to accept
everything, every justification, every signal of domination
creatures who don’t even deserve your contempt
ready to rule your land…
creatures who don’t even deserve your hate
elected to rule your life
to create robots to control all your acts…
Terrorists, nihilists, hedonists, satanists…
all made out of the same shit
all ready to make your life a bit emptier
destiny was never to be fullfilled,
and now, thanks to the vaccinated cities we live in
it will never, never be.
An act of terror, another kind of play
false screams, false ache
false arguments and false reasons
false decisions and false acts
false victims and false accusers
false defendants and false judges…
an act of despair, nature wants to kill us
it wants to have its revenge
it will destroy our homes, one by one
we won’t go to “our” space, we won’t conquer anything more
we won’t even build anything more,
we will have time only to lament
and to cry
and to pray
to pray to the same gods we once rejected
which hadn’t heard us before
and that won’t hear us them.
dark shadows in the beautiful sky of our “future”
and again:
false prophets and false saviors
false lords and false servants
false civilizations and false tribes
false directions and false ways home
dark shadows over our vaccinated, inoculated heads
in our quasi-lives, our quasi-world
our quasi-desires and quasi-goals
quasi-fates and quasi-liberty
a quasi future to be destroyed
before its meaning is clearly understood…
No time for poetry now
no longer poets, there are plenty of suicides here
no longer propeths, our men of the streets become mad, evil, dangerous…
their curses affect us more than we can imagine
no longer singers and writers, our quasi-artists become apathetic, strange, sad…we can even become afraid of them now
the men who once fed our illusions of importance
the same who once told humankind was the most beautiful creation of nature
the same who didn’t see love anywhere here, but which created love with their words, their songs…
no time for poetry now,
yes, time for a lot of things, but not good things
a vaccinated city has other things to care about
an era of progress, a time to reach the space, to find out “new worlds”,
totally destroyed, totally void, totally empty…
an era of science, totally meaningless, totally senseless,
a quasi-era of a quasi-world
a quasi-humanity to thank its “great” men for its progress…
but it is only a quasi-progress
in a world with no direction and no reason to stay where it is.
Science, technology, vaccinated cities
inoculate people, purified water, cleaned streets…
too much effort to “an era of progress”
too many deaths, too much innocence lost
too many women raped, violented, abused
too many children thrown out of their land, their home
too many days spent creating optimistic theories and optimistic books…
but a vaccinated city has a lot of other things to care about
it is not about optimism, it is not about joy, it is not about salvation, it is not even about life…
it is about a silent despair
the screams which will never be heard
the gods which could be there
but chose
not to be.
It is about a sensation
void
vacuum
terror
fear…
of not knowing what
is to be loved, to be hated,
what is to be searched
what is to be rescued
what is to lose…
what is to be found out
its all about this emptiness
which impregnates everything here.
Fabiano Lourenço