love army 2.0
By Candy Royalle
Published 1 January 2021
It is easy to feel despondent
with the state of this world
where politics is less about the people
and more about the media
where the image is stronger than the policies
and the words written and delivered
worse than binding contracts crowding shelves
already laden with untenable trifling lies
blacked out by markers that know
more about our lives than we do.
It is easy to feel dislocated
from a life that does not represent mine
where online revolutions are lit daily
but tyrants and leaders
both western and those deemed heathens
continue in their pursuit of green demons
and listen not to the cries of their people.
It is easy to sit back and judge
a new generation of could be warriors
gyrating to video clips of near naked nymphs
ingesting drugs designed to numb
and denying that the end
is nigh and glum.
It is not so easy
to have those thoughts
whilst sitting in a small grey room
where grey clouds are gathering force outside
to deliver their little armies of
translucent drops that will sting the windows
but only softly
so that all we will hear
are the muted murmurs of the world outside those grey walls
for all the colours of the world
are right here in this room
I can see them in their eyes
lit up by fluorescent lights
not nearly as bright
as their fluorescent beings
where their small shy smiles
are just open enough to let me in
And it is because of these new existences
sitting around me
I believe suddenly
in something I had forgotten existed.
It is so easy to blame a new generation
for being apathetic and lazy
focused too much on their games
and online lives
to worry much about
the state of this world.
But who wouldn’t want to escape
such an inheritance as what we have left them
this is an unravelling world -
it is not fair to hand them the spool
and demand they gather it all up again.
So being in that small room
where their eyes lit up that grey space
and placed their fire in my heart
where their truth embraced me in a sensation
I had sincerely forgotten
I remembered to believe
in something like a future.
It is not so easy
to avoid joining their army
and I will not resist their call to arms
I will stand before you
with my hand in a true salute
and embark on a new journey
where they are my leaders
and I their loyal follower
for I too have hugs for ammunition
and kisses to placate the angry masses
I too have a belief in something better than this
and don’t care for the grief of generations too late
only for the relief
that being part of their Love Army can bring.