Friendship with Logic
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Logic was always my friend
I walked with her hand in hand
Displaying a friendship
that held a veiled sadness
Perhaps many people won’t understand me
nor recognize the weight
of seeing uncertainties
while being in college
Then to discover poetry
and through friendship
to understand
that not only my surname
but also my heart is Freedom
I live in a culture that
promotes money, excess and greed
as the good life
In a world where injustice barely matters
We are forced to win a race
where the losers become carrion
and the great winner is no murderer
I have a profession
that needs to take me to the top floor of success
In a country with corrupt politics
and the old motto of order and progress
Come to think of it, folks
I sound like a communist, talking like this
to be truly happy all you need is
two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun
Yeah…
I live resigned
With the vague illusion
that I have everything under control
thinking I am the programmer
And not the programmed
Much audacity on my part
to feel like I own the truth
And not understand the meaning of art
While trapped in mediocrity
To give meaning to your existence
is not easy but it is allowed
and if that feeling is not strong
everything is forgotten
Today, September 13th
is Programmer’s Day
and I came here to celebrate poetry
because I’ve been needing
less logic and much more love
This poem was written for the Cultural Festival Sobrenome Liberdade (hence the reference in the 3rd paragraph) on 09/13/2013 (as the last paragraph elucidates).
