The Aftermath

Written in the late hours of Election Night 2016

The words flow out of me like a river, like an ocean of tears for the broken peoples of this land. For the broken windows and doors and ceilings and floors. For the heart sick and power drunk. For brothers and sisters at the edges, whose terror grows. For the great mother whose body aches. For my own despair.

The words burst forth like fire, RAGE. You! Me. We did this. Burn it fucking down righteous fire. Lick the hallowed halls of liberal ignorance and corporate culture. Scorch the insidious machinations of racist hate and capitalist greed.

The words fly out like air. Like a gale force gust of thoughts. What could we have done? What convoluted cross section of corrupted systems has brought us to this crossroads? How could we have hid from this truth? Been so blinded? How can we heal this spiritual crisis?

These words cushion with me like the earth. Love thy brother. Ford these wide canyons and uncover what fills the space in between. Take up vigils in the places that make us the same. Love thy Mother. Give blessings for her gifts and use your hands to reclaim her world. Hold those hand in prayer and love and alight your voice with song.

I sing for the love I know we need most.