Daily Prompt: Shiver

Daily Prompt: Shiver

 I do not deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny, exploitation and oppression of my people by the whites. -Nelson Mandela

We’d once again conceded victory to corrupt establishment politics we now pretended to endorse. So someone we suspect is worse isn’t elected in our selected electorates place. And daily allowed ourselves inundated,  awash in unethical persuasions, criminal coercions, and bottomless, un-endable deceit.

Unfathomable is the haranguing, turning fault into evil, evil into normal and values into vitriol hurled relentlessly at our feet. No decision escapes derision, opinion it’s hefty scathing, and any and all directions land us legs upended, all rugs pulled out from underneath.

Pondering this I sat, wondering: at what point has the table tipped? The worser of two evils’ lean now solidly towards democratic un- favor? When do we simply call “uncle”, give up, surrender? Decide it’s all the same blunder? Idea’s of compromise mere white towels thrown feckless at enemy doors?

Unanswered, these questions lie silent. Instead, numbness is setting in. The devoid-of-feeling mindset too weary and wary to feel helpless anymore. Or, at least, too tired and hopeless any longer to care.

We know were we hit all at once with the horrendous pile of the intolerable we now tolerate, doled out incrementally in tolerably swallowable bites, we would be immune. The waves of  desensitization wafting around and all over us. Blotting our senses of what’s beyond all reason and unacceptable, something somewhere inside we still intuitively know.

Yet powerlessly, we surrender. We accept and accept and accept. Deny and deny and unendingly, we blame…That sinewy revelation sends a shiver at us. A slippery cold sliver of slithering excuses still nags and bluffs.

When will we heed this chilling creeping warning up our spine?  When will we stand face-forward and answer, planted resolutely, firmly immovable, unshakable, at last? When is enough is enough really enough? 

And when will we reach the ultimate ending?  Our own inevitable spot, where finally, knowing, draw uncrossable lines in the sand?

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