So we take a momentous leap into the present
where we meet a brainwashed teenager who’s
charged with plotting to explode a bomb in the
street, or public concourse of Martin Place - or
any densely-peopled spot for that matter - as a
who-knows-‘blot’ way to 'express' outrage - yet
deemed religion-motivated & hazy in ideas lots
of murdered people are the right solution to
Oh at least he’s not doing it for notoriety; pure
thoughts of great ‘personal sacrifice’ are ways
to avoid that obloquy - and yet there’s no face
to a cause with meaning, except that of inane
regression to an insane age where the ‘event’
catastrophically explains things that matter
What need concern us is the idea we’re party
to its genesis, bystander innocence - culpably
connected to infected greater-malaise - we’re
in the way where we’re needed as the ‘frame
of reference’, being the death and destruction
expressed as causal indices of our demise
All I can say’s that’s some fey brainwashing!
© 11 May 2015, I. D. Carswell
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