I see hate, everywhere,
and it is not my perception,
I see hate, people,
I see people hurting people hurting self hurting all of us -
I see people shaming people,
but people, we ARE the people.
I see batons and whips and masses
that march to beats of any drums -
I see people maimed, cursed, killed,
for speaking their mind,
for being alive & living,
I see people hurting people, people -
I see our world, tipped right off its axis, like a nervous breakdown,
dear humankind,
we have entered our dark sides -
And I see light, I see peaceful protest,
I see kind hands and hearts,
I see arms reaching down
to help another up -
I see unity and solidarity,
and in between the hate,
I see people being people
helping people to be people,
for we are only human -
I see rivers and oceans,
waves of tears,
wet then dry,
hands held together,
wiping clean dirty faces made pure -
I see madness & sanity, side by side, marching towards greatness,
pushing others out of line,
another, leaning in to lend a hand -
I see mountains quake
and canyons bellow,
I hear the distant call of the vultures
as they circle in for their feeding -
I hear the cool rush sweet stream drawing all of us closer, to drink, to rest, to be ready for this vast great change -
I see masses of people, face to face, acknowledging the light and dark,
I see warriors being made
and the violent running for cover -
And I see you, me, all of us,
struggling to breathe,
to make sense of madness,
to attempt to exist
in what is nonexistent -
I see the death of this dying world,
at last, eventual,
after the struggles are done,
the warriors walk wounded -
And I see a peace,
embedded within hearts of those aware, the new world lit up
like fireworks,
in the deep dark velvet night -
So walk, lightly, dear soul,
choose your words wisely,
for this world is changing,
we are history books in the making -
And be grateful for breath,
your blood, for your life,
be grateful, be mindful,
for you are necessary
in this strange new world -
You are needed in this time of dying, dear friend.
Swear to the skies,
to yourself,
that what you do
and what you say,
matters.
© Susan Marie
