Death In A Dying World

I see hate, everywhere, and it is not my perception, I see hate, people, I see people hurting people hurting self hurting all of us - I see people shaming people, but people, we ARE the people. I see batons and whips and masses that march to beats of any drums - I see people maimed, cursed, killed, for speaking their mind, for being alive & living, I see people hurting people, people - I see our world, tipped right off its axis, like a nervous breakdown, dear humankind, we have entered our dark sides - And I see light, I see peaceful protest, I see kind hands and hearts, I see arms reaching down to help another up - I see unity and solidarity, and in between the hate, I see people being people helping people to be people, for we are only human - I see rivers and oceans, waves of tears, wet then dry, hands held together, wiping clean dirty faces made pure - I see madness & sanity, side by side, marching towards greatness, pushing others out of line, another, leaning in to lend a hand - I see mountains quake and canyons bellow, I hear the distant call of the vultures as they circle in for their feeding - I hear the cool rush sweet stream drawing all of us closer, to drink, to rest, to be ready for this vast great change - I see masses of people, face to face, acknowledging the light and dark, I see warriors being made and the violent running for cover - And I see you, me, all of us, struggling to breathe, to make sense of madness, to attempt to exist in what is nonexistent - I see the death of this dying world, at last, eventual, after the struggles are done, the warriors walk wounded - And I see a peace, embedded within hearts of those aware, the new world lit up like fireworks, in the deep dark velvet night - So walk, lightly, dear soul, choose your words wisely, for this world is changing, we are history books in the making - And be grateful for breath, your blood, for your life, be grateful, be mindful, for you are necessary in this strange new world - You are needed in this time of dying, dear friend. Swear to the skies, to yourself, that what you do and what you say, matters. © Susan Marie