PAINTING IN MUD
BOB SAID WE WILL NOT CHANGE
until we can deal with what comes from
us-
junk emotions,detritus,excreta dreck and
dross
feces,urine,revenge,anger,bad blood-we
dump
toxic waste and radioactive debris,even
knowing
it will end up in our bodies water
supplies.
What makes you think plastic disintegrates
as quickly as our health systems?Where will
all this space junk fall?and
Fukushima?Beached whales?
We are all in this.Closed System
Earth.Before we blame the Trumpet
look @all these discordant orchestras,crying
pain as anger
They want to BLAME somebody-blacks,the
poor,mosquitoes,refugees
They want to PUNISH some body-with
wars,blockades,jails,death
They make weapons of words and set flaming
ships Viking style
All this in our little world of burning
borders and dying children
All this while science promises and business
preaches
All these angry tears and so few Medecine
sans Frontieres
Soon they will be bombing hospitals and
schools.Soon it will all return
until we learn to limit loss and damage,to
recycle hurt and horror
until we heal.Until we love.Until we see the
devil and the angel
are both in our mirror.And they are smiling
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