I Always Knew It
(Moral Catastrophe of Humanity)
We publish a poem whose author — choosing to remain anonymous — states that it was born in a courtroom.
A text that speaks not only of a personal story, but of a universal experience of pain, betrayal, and loss.
A composed, severe cry denouncing the moral catastrophe of all humanity.
I always knew it.
That I would be the target on which they would pour
their frustrations,
their failures,
their manufactured historical truths, shaped to fit their rancor.
I always knew it.
That they would have no hesitation
in twisting the rules of a rigged game,
that Truth would not matter
to those who had already written their lie.
I always knew it.
That they would draw upon
the vilest parts of the human soul,
of which they are masterful architects,
with the sole aim of isolating me.
I always knew it.
That they would have no trouble
with their own consciences,
clouded by ideology,
blinded by their own presumption of Justice.
I always knew it.
That they would not hesitate to trample
even innocent heads,
if that could make their sordid narratives
seem more believable.
In the end, there will remain
the betrayal of a sacred oath:
Love betrayed,
Justice betrayed,
Truth betrayed.
We will all have lost.
But I always knew this too.