The Diaspora of the Dispossesed is Over
Written By New York Poet J.H. Johns
Narrated By Paul Churchill Mann
It’s been a long time coming,
eons-
millions and tens and hundreds of millions of years;
starting somewhere-
microscopically-
in the slime and the ooze,
but, more “recently”-
taking a more recognizable form-
in the prehistoric caves;
they were nothing;
not hunters;
not gatherers;
not water-fetchers-
and definitely
not defenders
let alone warriors;
yes,
they were nothing except alive;
not a one had a productive purpose,
but they were found to be useful;
disposably relegated
to sleeping at the mouth of the cave;
to be both
the victims and the call to alarm
of an attack;
predatory or tribal;
alerting the soon-to-be defenders
to rise and repel;
and,
seeing as they were fed-
maybe even a few allowed to mate-
it seemed just
though their mortality
could easily be high;
thus,
as such,
they boded and bore;
their spirit
and
mentality;
literally,
watching each other’s back
while
equally watching
all that was not theirs;
quickly,
they came to want
and resent
and
eventually entertained fantasies
of both retribution, expropriation
and revenge;
secret thoughts
that divided them
from the rest-
but not from each other;
alone, though,
save for the scattered that they were;
plodding on through the ages
before-
and, then,
through
recorded history
occasionally finding the “right others”
to
hate, marginalize, persecute and kill-
but
rarely galvanizing;
they were
isolated;
separate;
mostly powerless;
until
they were united as one;
one beast
with multiple heads;
one force
uniting
through
what is now called-
social media.
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