Inadvertently

I sit in distinguished company, sometimes.

Or amongst good, pleasant, well-intentioned folks.

Or amidst many other myths of culture, humanity, virtues

Deeply believed

Including in me.

And I see,

— Increasingly —

Through the opaque layers of civilisation

Atop which these acknowledged and practised goodnesses exist

Roots that go very deep

Branch out

At war at every depth, every crevice, every opportunity available

With everything we built upon.

Everything we know is an acceptable abstraction

Over now-essential, deep rooted cruelty

And destruction.

The layered goodness, virtues and wins are themselves that war, perhaps.

Inadvertently.