“ Façades ”
– that all seem the same –
You try blind
Façades game,
Front or hind
Seem the same,
As man’s kind
Some be worm,
Wriggle round
In fixed squirm,
Won’t be found
Save you’re firm,
And thus bound
To want uncover,
Man rates exposed
Thru endeavours,
Hence he compose
Of a bent measure,
With baleful mind
He works his game,
Of a greed’s assign
And without shame,
He’ll find time,
To deploy his tricks
Meant keep us blind,
Thus be man’s façades
That all seem the same!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier September 2, 2020
A reflection on alleged world caretakers,
in these yet near leaderless times, of this year 2020…
Art, by Félix Vallotton…
Poetry on a canapé 
Oh, this is a poem to consider, Jean-Jacques. Why is it that we want to believe these facades?
On second thought and further to my episodic responding nudge to your question, ‘of why we are prone to believe these façades’ I speak of in this my poem, of the same name, please take the time and I urge you to do so, to read the aforementioned “Related” in particular by Ian MacDonald’s Ian on Sunday, https://fournierjj.wordpress.com/2014/08/19/ian-on-sunday-the-extraordinary-claims-of-poetry-by-ian-mcdonald/
I remember this post, Jean-Jacques. I especially appreciate the ending paragraph. “Thus over the centuries do the words of poets return again and again to define our deepest needs and inspire mankind to endure against all odds. Amidst the chatter of bureaucrats and businessmen, academics and politicians, it is the voice of the poet, as he delves into the heart of things, which never ceases to give us hope.” And then the words “Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This alone is Life, Joy, Empire and Victory”. Thank you for reminding me to revisit this post. A wonderful way to begin the week.
Ah, Rebecca… the simple reply in part, in this day and age, has got to do with information overload, where in there somewhere some kind of democracy originally intended to be for the people, by the people, will actually happen beyond the façades. Thus so taken out of the hands of the ultimate wealth and power control, one of the same, that leaves, said for and by, as an ongoing pipe dream. Where a by and for a lady like Germany’s Chancellor Angela Markel, is not enough to turn the long history of so-called democracy around to do what the Greek’s democracy originators, had the people believe it was meant to do, for all and by all the people. I do believe we are still waiting, gullible that we kindly humans are, trying to find façades that are not all the same, in deed and action and enough like an Angela Markel to make a real difference if man is to survive, as for example our failing ecology, the tip of the iceberg in importance. Pardon my long winded reply…!
Sadly this describes all too well what is happening here, south of your border. And in a way too many places. My vied take=cult mentality. Thank you for this great poem.
My dear Paulette, thank you for your kind words. There is no doubt as you so readily realized the intent of this poem, affecting me and my fellow beings, especially south of our border, though more so there, none the less everywhere else around our seemingly now crazy world. But I can’t let this Façades reflection sit there without a ray of hope. So do yourself a favour, and read, which I urge, the aforementioned “Related” in particular by Ian MacDonald’s Ian on Sunday, https://fournierjj.wordpress.com/2014/08/19/ian-on-sunday-the-extraordinary-claims-of-poetry-by-ian-mcdonald/