April 2020

Winds of Fire

I am burning up, there is fire

in the pit of my stomach

And I have yet to know why

it is so hard to be here today

steering this voyage

into a bleak unknown

many reasons can be found

political treachery and grandiosity

embedded social injustice

internalized racial inequity

the rampant violence of greed

depleting a decaying environment

my head pulses under my eyes

I don´t know if I can bear the beat

of the blinding contradictions

and the powerlessness I feel

by a world in decline

exploding at the seams

I feel small in this tidal wave

of chaotic need and call for action

impeded by learning indifference

and buried restrictions of our history

masked by self serving visions and

discourses of self importance

I hear if we choose reassuring beliefs

to be positive and creative

we will manifest a new reality 

and I say yes -- and it is not enough

how can we possibly construct a fair world

before we witness its present dissolution?

Befriending chaos and terror

brought forth by the tearing down

of habitual convenience and tribal thinking

while keeping alive the flame of a fairer future

is what my mind struggles with,

can we hold the spectrum of evolution?