Inspired by current events; by AOC’s riveting speech; by Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette program; by Paul Joseph’s (@thepauljoseph) educational course on 5 million years of Black History; by R.R. Shakti’s course and talks on mythology/Herstory/history. And by life itself.
There’s a lot that we’re just told
That we’re forced to uphold
While the truth gets buried in the fold
Ancient bones left in the cold
Constructs that we’re told to live within
And subconscious things we believe in
Not essential truths
No elemental proof
In fact, there’s loads of evidence
That show a different existence
Yet we trudge along in acceptance
To flagrant injustices that are constantly thrust upon us
And it all comes back around to something simple and profound
That we all deserve to be happy and free
To live life with love, without suffering
But the power and greed
Of a small percentage who agree
That more is what they need
While others starve and bleed
This sad faction so diseased
With empty hearts and karmic deeds
They control everything
Or so it seems
Well are the tides turning?
Are we fruitless in our burning?
Are we condemned to ever-yearning for an existential unlearning?
Will their karmic debts finally come to a head?
Will the collective soul be fed before we leave this planet dead?
I have to believe in the hope of the heart
That there is good left, enough to build an ark
To acknowledge the pieces we’ve torn apart
To make peace with ourselves would be a good start