The Main Thing

And to know what the Main Thing is…

 

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The Outcome

The outcome is not the main focus.

The main focus is the How.

Trust the process.

Learn.

Grow.

Outside

Outside, water trickles into a bucket.  drip. drip. drip.

Outside, a beetle is ambushed by driver ants. It’s putting up a fight. For its life.

Outside, a gust of wind surges past, rattling the iron sheet.

Outside, baboons chatter animatedly, after a successful raid on a nearby homestead.

Outside, a hen cackles helplessly after losing her two remaining chicks. They didn’t die; she just doesn’t know where they are. She literally lost them. Like the other three.

Outside, the two girls who live next door are chatting. They always have something to talk about.

Outside, a kite(bird) glides in the wind.

Outside, the one-eyed stray cat, almost symmetrically black and white, black on the left, white on the right, except for the face, tail and paws(grey, of course), is taking a nap.

Outside, music from the movie shop rents the air.

Outside, birds are suddenly chirping. Like they just realized it’s almost midday and they didn’t sing their morning songs.

Outside, the trees are dancing in the wind, like the wind is a song only they can understand.

Outside, two men talk about last night’s game. How the result was obvious.

Outside, a butterfly flutters. erratically.

Outside, behind his house, he smokes a blunt casually. Enjoying every hit. Always.

Outside, the tap runs dry, croaking out the drops as it breathes its last.

Outside, the ants carry away beetle’s remains. Yesterday a beautiful moth suffered the same fate. It wasn’t as slow to move as the beetle, but it had somehow fallen on its back and couldn’t turn over. In that helpless position it had been devoured, chunk by mothy chunk as it writhed in pain until it finally died.

Outside, a baby throws a tantrum. The toy she got isn’t the color she wanted.

Outside, a door closes. A padlock snaps. Footsteps walk away.

Outside, a bee buzzes from flower to flower, sampling the nectar.

Outside, a gentle wind caresses the bed sheet hung out to air. The way it undulates, like it’s being massaged… So beautiful.

Outside, a spider weaves a web across the mouth of a shoe, unaware it won’t last a day. The spiders here are always doing that. Damn spiders.

Outside, a cock crows; a crow caws.

Outside, the jalopy across the street wheezes to life, the exhaust coughing out a pathetic sputter.

Outside, a jerry can falls into a well. Its splash echoes in the opposite direction.

Outside, a motorcycle zooms past. The rider shrieking excitedly at the top of his voice. The thrill of speed.

Outside, a woman is washing utensils. She hums a local tune, punctuated by the clatter clang of pot and pan.

Tears

 

She wanted to cry

She really did

But life had already

Put her through so much

The well from which her tears sprung

Might have long since dried

 

She wanted to cry

Then she remembered,

The world didn’t give a fuck

The world….

 

She could cry all she wanted,

She would be a sitting duck

Floating,

On an ocean of tears

 

She wanted to cry

But she was afraid

Of drowning in her sorrows

Her fears greater than her tears

 

Sometimes a tear escaped,

But that was okay

To her one tear was enough

One tear was all the crying she needed

democrazy

brainwash with moving portraits

appearing holier than thou

but actually foes pretending to be friends

wolves in sheep skin

Demons in angelic form

manipulating those in uniform

stop at nothing to have their way

Silencing others so they can have their say

malicious misinformation

deliberate disinformation

half truths and complete lies

looking good from far

far from looking good

using their power for their own sake

spitting fire and brimstone

leaving death and destruction in their wake

democracy with an iron fist

 

P.E.V.

Sitting in denial because of the contradiction

Flipping a coin to decide on the decision

Blood boiling in their brains,

Venomous wrath flowing in their veins

That intoxication spilling onto the nation

Blue boys summoned to carry out the mission

Disguised as the ordinary population

In the name of justice; intimidation and elimination

 

Wolves in sheep skin, Gentle turned aggressive

Scratched their backs and grants they received

That was more than enough incentive

Hired guns held by hired sons

The blood of the innocent shall blot out the sun

 

They put laughter in slaughter,

Turning the state into an abattoir

Please spare my daughter!

I’m sorry but this is part of my repertoire.

 

Untouchable unbeatable insensible insatiable

Creating, instigating, no debating, decapitating

They were denied what they believed was rightfully theirs

They weren’t the new heirs

The throne wasn’t theirs for the taking,

But the violence was theirs for the faking….

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Dash
Dash

Rush and dash,

Huff and puff,

Don’t be late,

or you will regret

so many deadlines,

constantly running out of time,

Selling your soul,

Just to be rich

Chasing after a goal

that is always beyond reach.

So dash to your demise

The inevitable conclusion.