The Pretence of Cool
Hima Raza
imperial designs (plus)
colonial practice (equals)
a new ‘civilizing mission’
(encased in) sanctimonious shades
of red, white and blue,
converting ‘rogue’ nations
to ‘frontline states’ –
we live the power games
of faraway masters.
in a black hole
where blood is cheap
and lies come true,
virtue is a pie in the sky.
it’s a good thing I’m used to this;
the process of shutting things out
as they fall apart,
the pretence of cool
in a dry, hot season,
the taste of redemption
in a t.v. screen
if God had a voice
what would it say?