Rough landing

Isn’t it funny

how we both grinned 

at the prospect of imminent death -

as if to say,

fun as this life might have been,

bring it on:

I am ready for the next adventure.

Isn't it perverse

that the real reason behind my grin

is that we could be dying together -

as if I feared

that we may never experience romance,

ever again,

and dying with you

is the best ending I could hope for.

Isn't it absurd

that after all that angst

about death, adventure, and love -

all that we have

is the realisation that this,

like most of life,

is just chaos imagined in our heads

as the plane eases quietly into the tarmac.

In such times of turbulence

In such times of turbulence

In unwavering faith they preach

freedom is illusory

and dissent’s a moral crime

democracy is a conspiracy

and justice isn’t worth your time

What, then I ask

is the end of learning

If it is out of filial respect

that falsehoods I dare not correct

Why, then I ask

should I bother with thinking

If youth itself is a qualification

on what claims I may dispute

In such times of turbulence

Cruel lies abound and multiply

Absurd as the skies are high

And in vain and indeed in pain

Repel and extinguish

these wretched demons 

I must try

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edited 7 March 2023 from:

In such times of turbulence

Cruel lies abound and up they fly

Absurd as the skies are high

And in vain and indeed in pain

Shoot out the hearts 

of these demons I must try