The Mob Or The Public Poem by Atef Ayadi

who is to blame
all the wrong really doings
all the co2, all the cracks,
burning of forests,
all the beaches misfortunes,
all the rape
all the metallurgic reactions,
the need for more lithium,
more batteries,
more lipsticks,
more magazines,
more and more,
who to blame?
the enlightenment era of socrates?
to the the enlightenment era of kant?
to the enlightenment era of Simone de Beauvoir?
to the enlightenment era of hanna arnt?
passing through china confucianism?
stopping at Deng Xiaoping or the Tiananmen Square bloody man?
who to blame
the mob
or the public?
or the tiny little
man?
and by respect to
the feminism,
i shall add
the tiny woman?

i must say,
no one is
concerned about
the being in time
or without time's
fake news and ads,
or without time's
temporality.
should i be
concerned with
only a dazzling
dazing
dialing
rhythms,
like seas,
ancient
oceans
beaches of natural white sands
to all dubai's
stolen natural resources.
i am not insulting,
i just find the
rhythm impeccable,
moving,
like sands,
and its interim dunes and mountains.
sorry,
i am not
typically
coming from
the sciences
depo,
repos,
depositories,
deficit department,
but i confess,
i went to a dentist.