we took the thorny fact,
the bitter root,
the fibrous struggle,
and the bloody fruit.
we put them in the blender of the mind,
and left the gritty truth of it behind.

we made a word goes down so sweet
and cold,
a story that is easily told.
a "justice" smoothie,
thick and nice,
to hide the taste of sacrifice.

a "dignity" shake,
a creamy blend,
to make a profit margin seem a friend.
it slides right down,
no chewing required,
the conscience soothed,
the complex expired.

we drink them fast
for weight-loss of the soul,
to make the heavy burdens feel quite whole.
the fat of obligation,
melted quick,
by a "thoughts and prayers" protein kick.

we sip "the future" through a plastic straw,
ignoring the intolerable now.
the pulp of pain is filtered out so fine,
leaving the taste of a design divine.

oh,
the smoothies of the civilized
and kind,
the perfect pacifiers for the mind.
we drink the blend,
and feel our virtue start,
while the un-blended world breaks
its own heart.