Those burning justices that do not come to be
Enrage the hearts of nations and of individuals
Fighting for the right to speak and to be heard.
But heavy boots will stomp and squash their words
Like the marching of an army over neutral land
And the planting of a flag within the rugged ground.
You have been silenced, as for fairness, I don’t care,
You’ll stay where you are neatly put,
And you can sulk with all your might,
But let me warn you, it will never be quite worth the fight.
I hear so much about fairness at the moment and I realise that there are so many of us that are fighting real injustices, but I do also notice that there are many times when that perceived injustice is just that: merely a perception.
The amount of times that I have kicked up a fuss in my own mind because somebody has treated me rudely is numerous. But when I think back, how many of those times am I really justified in my quiet seething.
For example, when somebody serving me in a restaurant is rude to me and I think the service is terrible and I want to go and write all over Trip Advisor how bad my experience was. But what made him rude? Has another customer been horrible to him? Has his boss chewed him out for something he didn’t do? Did he just read a text from his girlfriend confirming that she had been cheating on him all along? So much of this has nothing to do with me.
I had a situation this afternoon where we were getting the kids to name countries in Africa and if they couldn’t come up with one they were out of the game. Somebody said South Africa and then a couple of people along I reached a girl who proudly said North Africa. Of course, I said no to that one and she kicked off! She started shouting that I had allowed South Africa so it was totally unfair that I hadn’t allowed her answer. I literally thought that she was going to burst into tears she was so angry.
She perceived that she was in the right and I was serving her a massive injustice. It just made me think that before we kick off we should perhaps pause and think. This example made me chuckle but remember that families are torn apart because of ridiculous things like that, just silly misunderstandings that I hope you don’t have to endure.
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You’re so right about pausing and thinking. You never know what may be in someone’s mind, or what life is like for another person. Not that we should keep quiet in the face of real, true injustice, but I agree that it’s important to ask ourselves what was really going on before we bristle. Sometimes it’s as simple as someone being upset because of something else. Not that that excuses rudeness, but if we pause a minute, maybe we can stop that cycle of bad temper, if that makes sense.
The poem and prose together are ironic and wise. You’re right–servers have bad days, too. I should do better at remembering that. What I try to do instead is not care about the rudeness as far as I can (not care).
Happy Shakespeare’s birthday, by the way. Well, christening day.
Yes, very perceptive
North Africa 😂