The Treason of Humanity

No one wants to know how much it matters to talk, how vital it is to express oneself.

But no one tells the birds to be quiet, or the crickets to be silent.

Nothing but fear and instinct shuts them down, causes them pause – and it is only a pause, to better assess the situation, to gauge their safety and the safety of their community. A pause…

And then, back to what they were saying, doing. Singing to who-knows-what in the middle of the day; chirping to the stars all night long.

But we humans?

We learn to speak, and are silenced immediately.

We never have a chance to sing to our hearts’ desires, to speak to our minds’ content. We cannot ask the millions of questions, cannot share the billions of things we’ve learned.

We are shut down by mother, father, sister, brother, grandparents, aunts and uncles, teachers… by everyone. Not engaged. Not even distracted. We are bound to listen, to obey…

To relinquish our freedom of speech before we ever know what that means.

And we wonder at the lack of intelligence in our day.

We are confounded at the dissolution of marriages, of families, of relationships.

We wish for peace…

And yet, we cannot, will not speak, will not allow hearts to speak…

Though we cannot help but love those few who break through the silence, the rules of self-oppression.

I would give anything to listen, and to speak.

To be me, Meri, for all eternity.

And so…

I shall.

Politeness is treason of our own humanity.

Mice

You cannot bear the challenges I seek, you say.
How was I to know, when I consider you an equal
When I have been you, so afraid;
When I am you still, so stupid, ignorant?

You run, retreat to flashing screens
And you wonder why you do not visit unknown lands
Why you do not love or have returned a love so great
As I have had with you, or so many times.

You beat upon yourself, as you have done
For years, beneath your table, so afraid.
No stories? No imagination, even, to keep you safe?
No walls, even, to shield you from view…

You are a grey mouse, shielded by a table’s leg
Your heart a thousand beats to my every one
Am I the great cat, ready for my prey
As you do make me out to be, cruel and unafraid

Or human, baiting a trap to snap your neck
Or blonde mouse, as timid in my ways as you,
Stepped only moments before into Paradise
And calling unfamiliarly back to you?

Can you ever know, from that small place?
Can you know, behind an immobile shield?
Can you ever know, when calling taunts
And pained insults into an abyss?

Try. Step out. Release your inner lion,
Or be, at least, a man.
I do not talk down to you. How could I?
When I am you.

When I remember, and yet live in fear.