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Stormtrooper Culture (A Poem)

Updated: Oct 22



A tiny stormtrooper walking along the pavement.


Public Conversation, public domain,

Is like a gathering of warriors,

Willing with ease,

To try and inflict verbal pain

On one another,

Should they find the slightest reason,



Why should the pain of another,

When I get to do what I can, what I want,

To a fellow human being?

Why should the sensitive, the anxious, or at best

The easily irritated, the stressed,

Be of any concern, of any consideration,

When I get to shoot them,

And see them collapse, one by one,

Like a series of dominos,


Why should I care of the weakness of the foes,

When the foes can be turned

Into my own preference,

-- From annoyed, to extremely furious,

Most especially when I cannot see their faces,

As it is all conveniently covered,

By the helmet of the web, far from physical contact?

They have thoughts, emotions, families, secrets, weaknesses and more,

But it can all be ignored,

With the trigger of my overpowered gun,

Powered by confidence,

At the expanse of another.


One by one they go, into the slaughtering machine

Of the burning bullet, the burning word,

For entertainment, for a good laugh, for condenscending,

And it's all good,

Because they're just "Stormtroopers",

Henchmen of the dark, behind the dark,

And their cries can't be heard by the noise of the flamethrower,

So it is all good and well,

To install in their brain,

They come in many forms:

But why should I care,

When their anguish entertains all the same?

But if it makes one happy, makes one feel like they expressed themselves,

Especially of those.. above the chair?


Hermits, loners? To hell with them,

Who refuse to deal with reality

-- The reality led by the peace-slaughtering machines,

The reality we all create,

Of a day that's been "well done",

By the power of pressing certain buttons,

Those that pull the trigger,

And aim exactly, aim purposefully,

As we rise with apathy,

And they fall,

In the inflicted mental wounds,

of their misery.



The only shield from all of this?

Or disconnect completely,

If you don't have anything else to say to anyone

You don't know,

Because they sure do,

And always will,

(Stormtrooper Culture)

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Tomasio A. Rubinshtein, Philosocom's Founder & Writer

I am a philosopher. I'm also a semi-hermit who has decided to dedicate my life to writing and sharing my articles across the globe to help others with their problems and combat shallowness. More information about me can be found here.

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