People Over Politics, Survival Over Surrender, World Over Wealth!
This will not be our last day, our last night
Fraught with the madness that fills our land.
Belief will help, but not by itself alone.
How will we fly with shackled limbs,
Wrapped in the symbolic cloth of flags.
Banners used to hide what we cannot articulate?
The hours slide by slowly but inexorably.
Colors and patterns melt together, lose a meaning
they never possessed except in our minds.
Where now are the seeds we planted early,
watered by the blood of some and more?
Is our freedom gravely buried, did it grow?
How did we do we nourish the plant?
Are our stories of creation merely myth?
Our thanksgiving, revolution, declaration,
Shady special days of crepe and professed pride.
Nights we spangle the sky with brief stars, galaxies,
As if we believe we can challenge infinity.
Why do some fence off freedom as if it is
A private garden only they may harvest?
Do not come near unless subjugated, servile.
This is ours. Beware. You are not us.
You are not our equal in any way imaginable.
Acting like crass, cretinous barbarians,
They are more the proto-humans who feared.
They fear the day, the night, anything, anyone
Different, anyone not part of their group.
Yet we are all members of one tribe, one race.
And if nothing else will tell us, remember.
In weeping fields we honor all who died,
Those whose lives changed forever,
When those who should have helped, never tried.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
Unite the World!
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