Those who we accuse
Maybe by someone they depended upon to be alive
And although they’ve decided to survive
Being alive hurts too much sometimes.
I have been there.
We can make new choices.
We don’t need to build on that foundation.
We can be the ones to break the pattern.
Inside is all the strength we need.
All the permission we need.
You see this USA country
Is founded on some pretty big lies.
Every day we deny
That we’re connected to the genocide
Of First Nations and Africans
And that’s the pattern we’ve been repeating because
We have not consequentially withdrawn our consent
From that pattern.
What the process looks like inside someone’s head
Goes something like this:
If I love, then I probably love someone who needs me
To help them make this right.
If I love, then I probably love someone who needs
An ally to stand with them
In defiance of the program,
In disruption of the pattern.
So I just won’t love. It’s ok. What’s love?
It’s not something to eat or a place to live
A nice car to drive
You can’t knock your knuckles on it and hear a sound, so
Who will even notice?
And love, invisibly, starts to shrink.
In its place, a cold nothing starts creeping in.
Our world is dying.
We need to stop the denying.
In engineering, if we lie,
The bridge falls down,
The plane won’t fly.
It’s the same with Love.
By no longer depending on abusive
Ideology, role models of behavior
Or culture, for our money
For our opportunities
For our rationalizations;
By no longer depending on abuse
To define our identity
Good and bad
How we react
Where we stand
What we’re allowed to do
We will start a new civilization founded on Love.