2024

I know what my spirit says
Look how far you’ve come
and all you've done.
 
Still, shadows lick my feet.
 
I know I’m blessed.
But what I really wish
is for blessings to be commonplace.
An everyday occurrence
for each human to experience.  
 
I've seen those suffering
while seeking direction
—gazing out the window
from an office cubicle
pretending to be content
with a noose around their neck.
 
Staring endlessly
into traversing clouds
beyond whatever assignment
is reminding them  
their needs don’t matter
against the bottom line.
 
I want to disable the elevator
disconnect the Wi-Fi
apologize for the cruelty
of corporate greed
squeezing their life dry.
 
I want to look them in the eyes
so they can see the sincerity
and possibility of their desires
and the importance of Be-ing alive.
 
I want to rip the system apart
burn every faction of spite and hate
that divides us as a nation.
Serve deportation papers
to the shadows
tell them they’ve been dismissed
by our inner Light.
 
I want an apology
for every broken promise
made by our government
to the huddled masses
who arrived from teeming shores
for the American dream.
 
I want to dig up every grave
containing the remains
of our forefathers
and beat clarity
from their corpse’s lips
till all that's left
of their broken bones and teeth
is love, imprinted on the future
of this country.
 
I want to finish this life
—despite being a single drop
in an endless ocean—knowing
I was at least part of a multitude
of drops trying to make a difference.
 
Not just for myself but everyone else.  
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