all those essential lives you
never notice
all those who die unsung,
barely seen
all the little moments little
meanings that so enrich us
falling to the side as we
run
toward unkind judgment against
true liviang
Are they
socialists
or are they
anarchists
or are any not
loyal
to total authority your
enemy?
What America do you
glorify?
Not the hope and promise of Old
Glory.
We agreed on a
story
of honor, of
enterprise
fueled on
freedom.
I am not blind to
color.
I have never seen a black
human,
nor a white.
People appear in various shades
of
browns and
reds.
Why do we not thus perceive
--
Earth's fertile richness in our
skins: browns and reds?
How did we come to need to
pretend cold
simplicity of colorless You and
Me?
Black + White -- not natural
life but
pre-judged categories, static
and deadening.
Just doing your
job?
Why is this your
job,
to do what ought not be
done?
Who put you in this
position?
How did they make you agree to
stay?
Ritual rhythm, pilgrim
dance
along, within, enchanting
river.
Every day our world
awakens,
emerges anew. Who do you
create
to assimilate, swim that
experience
in grace?
Who cares about the
Children?
It's all about how they reflect
upon
their
masters.
Climbing arduously into
this
complicated world, not to
thrive,
but as adversarial competitors
in our
cynically zero-sum
game.
More survival gets successively
cheapened.
More children objectively
strive as if alive.
6/21-25/20
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