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Just Hanging ~ Philip Brent Harris
In this instant generation is it ever just now?
If each moment an anticipated future, how?
Recording all our lives for future delectation
Can existence contain any new expectation?
Will it ever be right now, this moment, day?
Can we live now while deciding what to say?
It is said, our history is written by the winners.
Then, will our future be written by cameras?
And more extreme than filming one’s vacation,
You felt their air and heard local conversation.
Tangled in the web, with our head in a cloud.
Can we experience life’s noise, life’s crowds?
Nothing good or evil, but thinking makes it so,
Shakespeare’s warning, we pick, friend or foe.
Yet, all are the same at the heart and the core.
Instead of keeping, we could change the score.
When did we go sideways instead of straight,
forgot the difference, the choice, love or hate?
Some are certain their current prophets lived,
answering a divine voice from minutia sieved
The Greeks, Romans and Norse weren’t insane.
What of the Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Janes?
I cannot, will not judge if they’re right or wrong.
Different voices in the choir, singing other songs.
We must accept that harm, discord will accrue.
Whether incited by the many or only just a few.
Can any believe their celestial creator tone deaf;
making your part’s arrangement the chosen clef.
Such pride, insult to think yours is the only way.
Know your heinous acts blessed; you hold sway.
People say our asylum earth is run by its inmates.
We repeat our actions, expect other results, fates.
We praise our cause, claim it done in god’s name.
Certainly, that must be taking god’s name in vane.
This brands us blasphemers, insane or just stupid.
If not, it goes a long way toward our opening bid.
Like the flea, who thinks it is the reason for a dog.
Therefore, no need to repent for acid rain, smog.
The size relation, for argument’s sake, is extended,
God’s flea comb will find us; our tiny life is ended.
Silly imagining, I grant. The truth’s so hard to grasp.
Are you certain you continue beyond your last gasp?
Children we are, in any vision of reality you hold,
believe nothing alters, when called home, how bold.
It is time to lay down our toys, our imagined gains,
Gather together, share the wisdom we have attained
Walking calmly, relations, as we wend our way home.
Tomorrow, a different day; we choose what’s to come.
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!
Unite the World!
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