Oblivion Poem by Margaret Alice

Burnt my bridges, told an Afrikaner Oom
I believe all people are right, the only
thing I reject is rejection, the Western
spiritual tradition is quite decadent

Said he “You seem much too happy, do
you sometimes feel totally sad” - “Yes”
I replied, he continued “You don’t draw
lines between things”

“You don’t limit justice to righteousness,
contradicting yourself, it seems you call
yourself god, so you must be an atheist”
- but I am a spiritualist!

Concluded he “You are a nut-case, it is
wrong to claim everyone is right at the
same time, relativism and subjectivism
are totally unacceptable”

My viewpoint has no value in an Afrikaner’s
traditional eyes, only happy when feeling
superior and being paternalistic; insisting
that religion and culture

Are on his side while he consigns all my
ideas to the void of oblivion…