Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
— Theodore Adorno
I cannot persuade you that I am not wrong life;
though, should things regress beyond their current
bounds, who knows? I might feel compelled to make
an attempt. But I can’t imagine letting you silence me
as you would the Amaleks
Not yet.
I do not possess your righteousness, despite our living side-
by-side all these years: you’ve assembled ministers, shrinks,
your law professors and jurists codify prejudices. So, I know you
for what you are: judge and executioner (no jury), since law is
a trumpet in the king’s ear
And you’ve perfected your embouchure.
Should I despair of this, I suppose I could embrace Progress.
Take our tech revolution, for instance: moguls planning to colonize
space. Someday soon they will build great rockets to the Moon
and Mars, one-way tickets to the stars, as opposed to Stalags,
Gulags, tropical camps in Salvador
Why wouldn’t I turn my attention to the Heavens?
Of course, I am no Sci-Fi artist, nor do you strike me as a reader
of fact-driven fantasies. I am coming to terms with your so-called
Terra nullius: rename my features for a sovereign and insist
my existence is Lèse-majesté unless I bend to your whims
and emotional weather report
Taken together we are Mouse and Lion, only your thorn is forever.