we act according to unwritten scripts and rules, and as such lose that individuality and ability to analyse


"Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around"- Gilbert K. Chesterton

Life in a democratic country
Questions first, shoot later

It is the government that is in denial

Don't question it
Don't even think about it
Don't have time for querying anything

Brush it off the shoulders
Like this morning's crumbs
Sticking to your lapels persistently

Doggedly, fixed in the back of the mind
Like a blow-up raft in windy seas,
Thrown up at inopportune times

Camouflage the issues
To match the mundane décor of truth
Throw heart and soul into

Pursuits less demanding,
Plug the holes you feel
With ignorance, something of substance

So fingers of blame do not
Turn upon you and guilt
Is not allowed into this equation.

Let them talk about it,
Have a good old chinwag
And discuss over drinks

People fade with every passing second
But no matter,
It's always been done this way

And what good is tradition if it's not
Followed letter by letter,
Letting days just tick over,

Caught up in tape scarlet and wide,
Wrapping scandal like a present
To be opened on special occasions.

Agendas underground,
Pursued with haste
Whilst protocols delay and dupe

But there's so much to do!
Details to fix, cheques to write,
Cardboard to consume

So even love is scheduled,
A valued transaction sitting
Alongside that ultra-important deadline.

So emerge untouched,
Leave it all in others' hands
To debate, decide, define

What we don't know can't hurt us, after all

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-21 at 15:50

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