Friday, April 17, 2015

old 2011 poem written about Occupy Wall Street

I'm reviving this blog.

This was an old post I started to write probably 4 years ago, in response to Occupy's original inception and the hope felt by many about the way it was evolving (until the police state shut it down). But you can't keep a good underdog down. We are many, they are few. We will, like water, keep moving, and we will smooth boulders of obstacles into river stones. We will prevail... for the benefit of all future generations... for all sentient beings unable to speak humanesque, legalese or have "standing" under human laws. We stand for Them under Universal Law.

Occupy will not die. It will morph into whatever it needs to be at any moment inside or outside of time. We will learn to occupy ourselves and thus see the planet for what it truly is, and own responsibility for the pain and torture we inflict on it, on ourselves, on others - and choose a kinder, more compassionate way to live on this miraculous planet earth which supports us. From this place, we have a chance to solve the great problems besetting us. Nothing will be solved until we see ourselves as a part of this living breathing earth, and one with it, and humanity as a speck of sand on a beach - one beach among infinite beaches.

We would never burn our skin or drill or blast holes in our own body, to drain it of blood or water, and suck it all out of our body We wouldn't mine our bodies for organ extraction, leaving gaping wounds or worse, filling the holes left with filthy water. That is what we do to Earth when we drill for oil or frack for gas or blast for coal, or murder myriad forests of trees, and all beings and ecosystems dependent on them.

The Earth is the only currency we must protect. If we don't see everything here as part of us, if we don't see ourselves as part of everything, we are doomed to extinct ourselves with all else we are extincting.

 Occupy                                                           

That crowd of unwashed
kids and revolutionaries
       corporate corruption cleanup crew;
I want to live with them
      in their tent cities
No leaders needed
     white men
            last in the circle to speak
                  after all others
A different man and woman
leads each day
          Listening
       is our guide in the dark
We’re all willing to be lost

We’re about to run out of dough
       shift
             to a whole new paradigm
Debauched kingpins
and slavering pretenders
      say    we’ve got a dilemma
Awakening of the many
     terrifies the oppressors
            still they won’t keep their hands
                  out of our pants

We no longer tolerate
       any system of slavery
    Help
will always appear
        from likely and unlikely sources

We awaken
      to our collective Sovereignty
             hope
to evolve    earn equality
      with all Life Forms,
sacred co-creators, teachers,  friends
of homo sapiens. We let ourselves be
speck in the sands of All.

We won’t ask anyone’s permission to take
our rightful place,
help someone, something.
So much reparation is needed.
                                                                                           10/12/11

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