Blind Eye Curiosity Collection
by Michael Doyle

Every traveler is a hero in their own story
Imperialists and kleptomaniacs after a slice of glory
Culturally misappropriating cultures for the taking
Collecting treasures boxed away to the point of breaking

Contesting the pragmatic bounds of lopsided sentiments
As though stealing the culture of others is relevant
This raises the obvious questions of the underserved
Never mind whether or not the destruction is deserved

Are the purposes of a unidirectional sense of path
One that adds up to the self-correction of a fuzzy math
That progress is made undistracted by the curiosity
That turns a blind eye to every theft and atrocity 

It seems that all roads lead to a sense of semi-familiarity
Cousins of Western tradition woven into tattered consistency
Us versus them still tatters the edges of the storyline
That pretends humanity's throne is owned by one bloodline

The truly discerning eye, if it dares to openly enter
An accurately astute observation finds there is no center
Instead, the eye finds a widespread story splendor and decline
As if there never truly was any sense of grand design

To see the world as it is is to leave assumptions of power
And know that wealth and animosity rarely define an hour
Past the force of opinion impressed on others through blood
And that the real truth rests in the murk and mire of mud

That mixes all paths, coming as it is from all directions
The willing mind finds itself open to historic corrections
Bread baskets built the empires by which we know the past
But these are the empires that expanded but could not last

It seems that all roads lead to a sense of semi-familiarity
Cousins of Western tradition woven into tattered consistency
Us versus them still tatters at the edges of the storyline
That pretends humanity's throne is owned by one bloodline

Saint Augustine was a Berber and yet was a Roman citizen
The differences between the similarities make us all cousins
Examination of the good life evidences that truly all life
Seeks the peace of more things similar than a contest for strife

Archeology has proven only so certain in defining authority
It's more slapdash, haphazard in its complicated intersection
There is no absolute truth knowable, only its interpretation
This is the discovered beauty of all that is our known history

It seems that all roads lead to a sense of semi-familiarity
Cousins of Western tradition woven into tattered consistency
Us versus them still tatters at the edges of the storyline
That pretends humanity's throne is owned by one, single bloodline

(c) February 10, 2024    Michael Doyle
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