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.
I want to know of my ancestors.
Yet the epic of colonialism,
Has for generations,
On multiple lines, kept faces, names, and ties
From kith and kin;
Kept us inextricably separated by imagined borders;
Separated with skins and flags of
fabricated colors;
Holding weapons and wealth
Unequal, unequitable,
As motive
For a status quo of harm,
Because just maybe one day
One of “us” will be on the “winning” team,
With change in pocket
And blood on hands;
Yet when in the moment of judgment
Will you be able to
Confess honestly
If any of it was worth it,
As we finally face our
Ancestors.
Panic! Panic!
All hands on deck,
No authority here to protect us,
I’ve checked,
This authoritarian regime,
Nationalistic foaming,
Has left no room for sense or reason,
If you’ve got it,
Hell, that’s treason!
Panic! Panic!
Virus unleashed!
No stockpiling or masks will suffice,
This is the new war,
The one we can’t dispute,
The one we can’t refute,
Oh, we’ll need a strong leader
To assuage our Corona fears,
We’ll need them in place for at least
4 years.
Love,
Do you think the burning stars look on in pity
Of what became of their stardust brethren,
Who aim bombs at each other over disputed words?
Who sacrifice innocence over their idolatry?
Or do you think they see the quieter explosions
Of love,
Like ours?
That make living any existence worth while?
I hope they do,
I hope they see the love and dream of when they too
Are only dust particles in the universe reconstituted into life,
Conjuring that which is love.
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?
She of Letters 