Perplexed and Alone

SOC Writing 2nd May 2020

Perplexed and Alone           

Its not just the happenings of this world – well, it is  - it reverberates within me – a global feeling fed from energy across mountains, rivers, seas and land. The uprising I dreamt of years ago - and where is my place in it!? The fear filled abdication – the runner or the whatever I engager. Its fearful in my dream. There was civil war in our land – race against race – fire and rage and darkness. Is that upon us? Is the disruption a place where lions roar and the famine has been too long? The trees are bare and signalling to one another that they didn’t communicate in time to save each other: Chemical mists and clinging teenagers all rise toward the sun with hastening speed. The steed is chocked with his muzzle – he cannot see with his blinkers. What we’ve done to animals we do to people – to each other. Rough and tough and all the intentions of a colonizing voice – its just that – taking with impunity (so we thought) all we wanted not knowing that in deep time memory serves all as a comeback from what went on before. We cannot steal lands, burn villages, and rape and pillage at will without consequence. Born by the children’s children – passed on to me by my forebears. Not all bad people but part of an onslaught of human mindlessness – not our greatest moment when we use our power for ourselves only. And now, this. Seen in the distance – raged over by friends – hands wrung in the sight of the fire in the night in the glow of my phone – an ancient echo of coming together – of the broken places gather up their girdles and coming at pace to face the fear that jeered and sneered – hung ancestors in trees – used cheap – no free labour all the while drowning in the excess – the absolute filth of wealth – squandering their humanity and now here we are, here - we – are. What will we do?