A poem on behavior and trauma culture

And Then We Go To Bed (Our War Machine)

Funded by my participation
My vote
My idleness
My overconsumption
My silence
My allegiance to mega-corporations
Branding myself
Losing myself
Forgetting my purpose
Remembering the price
For what it’s worth
My acceptance of exploitation for affordability
My complicity with patriarchy
My movie ticket purchasing
Kill them
Save us
My normalization of trauma culture
My need to impose my beliefs as fact
By force when necessary
NECESSARY
The coltan
My smartphone
My data
My wedding ring
My diamonds
My lack of diversification beyond these borders
My all-inclusive resort
Why would I leave?
My carelessness in geopolitics and foreign policy
the support of my government
my church My god
My acceptance of inflation
My bank
My taxes
My ignorance
God
I blamed them.
But There’s Blood on my hands.
My cooperation as an arms investor
Has extended well beyond my reach.

I wanted to write a solution-based poem to acknowledge the times we’re in. To reverse engineer war looking under its hood is the approach I thought would be best. Nobody considers war a problem until lives are lost, but we empower war every day. We’re living in a time in which we are largely manipulated by practically everyone to take a stand against a “they” or “them” and it’s “us” who are righteous. This fragments and polarizes society building a societal tolerance to war. I don’t want to overexplain art but remember that we vote every single day with our time, attention, money emotions, etc. We make investments in ideas, beliefs, tools, corporations, and institutions that do not have our best interest. Silence, health, love, competence, and happiness can sometimes be the best protest. We can all OPT-OUT, resist pointing the finger, and look within.