At long last
we are able to push past …
and through … the red tape …
the yellow tape … bodies outlined in chalk …
To talk about love.
Love of the earth
and its inhabitant.
We are coming together in squares,
on city blocks,
in front of federal buildings …
to raise the ceiling, then
collapse the roof with truth.
The earth is crying.
Her tears erupt on homeless bodies dying … in these streets.
These streets that are paved to an early grave for young
brilliant minds whose family, community, city and country
didn’t find the time to find the roots of the crimes
committed against them.
The truth is … it’s time.
It’s time we stop bullshittin’ and listen.
Listen to the echoes of violence that ring out loud from
a crowd of innocent Arab children.
Listen to the pains of those vets who come home
to realize that this feels nothing like home.
Listen to the single mother with two kids, two jobs
who can’t afford two meals to feed her kids … properly.
Listen to the millions of people that are gathering in circles
and squares, on city blocks … worldwide … occupying the
planet with love.
Love for the earth …
and its inhabitants.