Anarchy Of Time Poem by Raj Arumugam

in the nights of our anxieties we make God;
and in our greed,
in the light of our desired outcomes,
we make leaders and saviors and prophets
and holy books and creeds and theology;
and unable to observe without fear
and therefore with clarity
unable to see quietly, to see simply for oneself
one believes what one is told;
one becomes compliant, submissive
and becomes willing, and a glad slave to declamatory prophets;
and we dance to the music of deception as truth;
and we beg for truth: for Words, Words, Words
and we defecate mountains of lies and myths
and we lick at revelations and what is Holy and Holy
and we cannot find ourselves, and we cannot find love,
and we cannot find the world,
so breathlessly pinned down by the mountains of rubbish
and our slavery and our conditioning
and the anarchy of time