Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
911,
Whats your emergency?
The world as we knew it ended,
And we are still picking up the pieces
And will be,
Indefinitely,
From the impact and blowback,
For years into the future,
And for somethings we won’t
Even be sure why,
Though we will remember,
In our lived history;
Memory survives.
And then there was insurrection
At our front door,
Capital rushed,
And terrorists waltzed in,
Blanketed in white-
Privilege overfloweth,
Flags of treason flown on government stairs,
Be not fooled by shock,
The symptoms have long endured,
For the plague that is the cure,
Bloodletting,
Exposing the white supremacy
Rooted therein
Here come the politicians,
Up for reelection,
Let’s hear their stance,
Their campaign promises
Listen as bombs drop upon a distant shore
Here come the politicians,
Waist deep in controversy,
Scandal! Impeachment!
What to distract?
What to keep an audience hooked?
Plot twist!
Rain down the bombs upon another distant shore.
Here come the politicians,
What have you done?
It was necessary? Was justified?
For the American born!?
Here posted– the stars and stripes,
A pirate flag,
A heckler’s taunt.
Here come the politicians,
-Our president-
-Our leader-
Our King
has declared War,
To save face,
To save his post,
To reign
Supreme
This is not in our name,
But it is our signature,
Forged,
on this international Ransom note,
Red;
In blood,
Our hands are suddenly covered.
We are burning
We are bombing,
In a self-made Apocalypse,
Who will save us?
When thee who made us
Provided free will capacities,
This is on us,
Regardless of what you believe in,
Fix it, unless
You choose this end,
With riches and ash,
Profit and pain,
War and climate change,
Neighbors are fleeing,
A hell we have made,
And so many close eyes, head down, to pray,
“Do something!” The universe screams,
Your prayers alone are a selfish salve,
Ignoring your personal investment in this terror,
“Too little too late,” the skeptics say,
But why add fuel to this raging inferno?
My thoughts and prayers are held captive,
By a sickness,
An ailment that will never be named
Though it’s alabaster anger
Terrorises our days,
we can do nothing but weep,
As we think,
And pray
I need the tools,
The skills,
To untangle the spiritual knot,
That gets tangled,
Each time an atrocity comes to be,
Each time evil shows it’s face,
Teeth bared
This is why I am on this path,
To gain and use the learned,
For more than just my own
She of Letters 