For those who tramp along with the pack to tear up some defenseless deer
What courage does it take for that?
To pick up a gun as an amoral hired killer to shoot/terrorize anyone when ordered does that define a patriot?
To join a mob of howling testosterone filled kids to shred and tear from limb to limb innocents far from your home
Is that what we support, amoral unthinking ‘team players’ who do whatever the coach commands?
Ah but a culture trained since birth to place nation above all as it worships faultless militarism like a sparta
To obediently and submissively do what is told without question or to think critically is a ‘good citizen’?
To jump when called to kneel when commanded to join when peer pressured without dissent is free-will?
Is not one who is n free nor independent but a caged indentured servant, just another cog in the machine?
For who is the real traitor? One who stands up to cherished principles above the cackling mindless mob?
Or the coward who bends to mass-manipulation and does what is known to be odious like goyim in a herd?
The true test of character and integrity is the person who dares to stand up for the beliefs that are incorruptible
The real hero is the person who has the courage to understand that fear is not accepting the majority but siding with the minority when the majority is supporting iniquity
Are you one who dreams of standing and shouting while those who sit meek and silent when a flag is flown over odium?
While you seethe and simmer in justified rage because you know better but do you wither for safety reasons
But do you wait for someone to lead a revolt, some Gandhi or mlk to lead the way and take the heat
Or could you would you on your own jump up and call this a charade a farce a lie and you refuse anymore to submit breaking free from your shackles of collaboration
Extract yourself from the warm embrace of war comradeship
Denounce the fairytale that war is noble or necessary or can be a ‘good’ thing
It is the most base of social iniquities and one must condemn this evil
This moral stance that one must take as a free person is the highest form of patriotism
Each of us at this juncture inside this holographic dream then and now
One by one from the beginning of pond scum, panspermia and far beyond
Alone here by a path self-made by every step trod
Walk in darkness, tell me what you see?
We tip-toe upon the shoulders of giants
Just another insignificant flea
Gazing over the mysterious panorama
What now do you believe?
We stroll together, yet alone in our gloom
Billions upon billions blind but to a dime
Sprites flash as angels far above us
As we reach to grasp the fading afterglow of ethereal lucidity
We speak to each other across a gulf within this great obscurity of self
To find comfort and belonging outside another impenetrable shell
From the fear of an inevitable demise that is our greatest mystery
So we pine for our heroes of yesterday in myopic nostalgic melancholy
The bracing bite of a squall assails one and all
So we clothe ourselves in the skins of ancestral apparitions and the revered
Frost-bitten beaten red and black we trudge on through the howling wail of voices we almost discern
Still& silent transfixed huddled by the fire the young the old we stare into the embers begging for the voice of fallen kin …whispering
Heroes of lore like che- schweitzer-mlk-rachel corrie-victor jara –manning-snowden millions more
Garner deeds and voices echo in cadence rattling our conscience as we lay laurels at their memories
Resonance pulsates along spider web connections sparking inspiration
Rise up and take their place or shuffle away in shame
We are simply after-born
The latest layer of copies diluted and filtered from a flawless jolt
Do we bow before adam and eve
The launch of this mythological hokum
Ah, but to do the family name proud
To gather at holidays to argue and show off
Reflections of a mirrored-self but merely delusional illusion
Are you simply in love with yourself or do you distain such pretentious superficiality?
As faint copies of billions what is left?
The accumulated sum or aging process to extinction
We are 6 of 100 and do we continue after this
Is history a dusty forgotten page to be discarded or embedded forever by strings?
Is our untouched unhallowed fallowed future
Back to the immersing swirling broth
As we age as a species down accumulative flaws and errors
Till we dead end at extinction like everyone else
Not just the accumulation of layered greatness laid down by our idols?
we pine for yesterday and our ghostly champions in our guilt of our shame and regret
As we clothe ourselves in their skins
As we tread where they’ve have been through their eyes we attempt to see
As we become faint dissolving copies translucent fading decaying
While an event horizon is just up ahead
Is our destiny a transfixed date with a technological or evolutionary singularity?
We reach for the stars stretching our grasp
Stuck in mire we war upon ourselves
We can perceive even the strings of the micro
But can’t see the equality if every human being
We scream for personal justice and freedom
While inflict injustice on our neighbor to steal
As we allow ourselves to be imprisoned under lock and key
We bow before a constitution while we shred it to pieces
We marvel at our self-serving magnificence
While we pray to mythological maker for more more more
Driven by an addiction of nefarious desire
This collective evil of simple selfishness
A pale blue dot
Do I matter?
What purpose do I serve?
Why was I put here or was it preordained millenniums ago coded in gnome?
Without memory, I crash-landed here in this space/time
Without knowing where I go when I leave if I will even be again, I know not
And the phase in-between just a fleeting whisper of an iota-moment alone, afraid, hungry, for love
What the hell am I inside this biological robot as I sit here behind the eyes within?
Do i platitude quotes and slogans atop the shoulder of previous giants
These echoing voices seemingly layers inside my dna?
We are, each of us
A myriad, a universe of trillions of bits of matter convalescing
Electrical and chemical micro filament’s convoluting…
a bionetwork of an ecosystem consisting of 3000 species
To learn that the I is simply a conflicting collection of we
This symbiosis is a collection of us called family
This family is a clan, a tribe, society, a nation
And how far can we go?
We are neither so wise nor important
We have not earned vanity nor ownership or a reflective image of Zeus
You and I yet as any speck atom or quark
Are integral-connected-part of a wholeness
We cannot reach nor grasp…is it beyond…
Every direction is perpetuity
or not to drone
is that not the question for all of us?
Whether it is nobler in heart and mind to show love and give mercy
or to do what is one is told and murder the innocent without a backward glance of conscience
Ahh for who to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous violent exportation?
Is it the safe and secure american behind the impenetrable walls of two great oceans
is it the blue pill taken on a daily basis with brainwashing 24/7 to keep one oblivious to suffering we cause?
bu a complaint,embedded MSN and nefarious government in cahoots with the arms industry for profit
to come to a revolving door for a sweet cushy executive positions at retirement?
ah Horatio what is thy bidding from thine lucidity of foresight
or is it the hindsight of repetitious insanity always circular and never linear?
to lie to steal to deceive God and country simply for the sake of inflated profit?
what kingdom would one give up for the simple fresh taste of truth on the wind?
yet to know that so many crimes are committed by terrorism from above to hector and bully
when bugsplat is a word used for human beings and still no outrage
as pieces of a child lie scattered on the ground
and with fanfare a general will come to town with sheep to slaughter and beg for forgiveness with great fanfare
and then next week the same crime is done a few towns down and this time a condolence payment is the bribe
what sayeth you and you for us and then when you hear of such horror and odium?
Do we send cookies and sweets to the troopers?
Do we groom our kids at the parades,singing pledges of obedience and acquiesce generation after generation
Do we pray for the dismemberment of our invented enemies in the name of God and Jesus most high and loving?
Does not one simply wake up and vie with these monsters for the sake of probity…for this i deem so
As i run screaming into the night with my soul twisted into an untyable knot
as my heart slashed into a thousand pieces by the screams
by the horror filled eyes of the victims who haunt my conscience
with a adhesion i will never can never escape from me
for when i do leave this place
my first action is to throw up a million years of iniquity….
And then beg for a million times more