the bureaucracy of fear

fear is a pincer 
on the naked and hard crust of this earth
we are all looking at each other
and pretending not to have seen anything not remembering not knowing
perhaps is the laziness the ignorance or greed
maybe is the lust for power and we all pretend not to comprehend

then, sometimes , rarely, someone has a burst of consciousness and says something in favour of the victims
of the weakest and the most fragile
but as soon as they are put on the spot and must speak out loud and clear, 
they pull back and think about their futile and fragile needs
perhaps for fear
fear 
fear of what?
perhaps of oneself
and in the meanwhile the new victim has already been crucified again to public disrespect

fear is a pincer 
on the naked and hard crust of this earth
yet at the desk of universal bookings we are all there standing and waiting for our piece, our ration of fear
I wonder why

maybe it's already too late maybe not, we cannot know
therefore let’s try to cultivate the deviation of hope and the freedom from panic and fear
and let’s yell it out loud even stronger, let’s sing it into the wind
 let’s keep walking with peace in our hearts
by the peripheries of this world
and come what may 

Marco Bo
 http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.com.es/2014/12/la-burocrazia-della-paura.html