Love as a weapon

or the heavy price of being “right”

Shorter breaths, blurs of fury,
Heavy eyes sinking deep.
At the edge of a scream,
You keep spinning,
While your body goes limp.

“What’s the point?”
You exclaim.
“There’s no winning!”
Being right doesn’t give you jack shit.

Only fear and resentment
Off a pitri dish,
Multiplying and growing,
‘hind the darkness of screens.

Public news, private views
As millions can’t choose 
Trillions make billionaires confused.

How can so much life be spent on killing? 

$23 Billion in arms,
Two for every limb.
A wicked tooth-fairy grows dim
Tired of slipping gifts beneath the empty beds 
Where children once had been.

Blinded by darkness, our rage is wide awake.
In the shadows it seeks foes, 
With whom to wipe its woes.
As if two far-rights can write a wrong. 
Left turn, 

STOP.

Break.

“Just as ISIS was crushed, Hamas will be burned” 

“A glorious day for Ukrainians as more Russians destroyed”

Blood-thirsty for head-lines, all hung for display.

Are you proud? Send support? 

Share a post. Wear a flag. Give a like.

In the glorious colosseum of war:

On-demand, pay-per-view, 1080p

When will you learn?

That no amount of military will ever protect you

That no wall will ever be high enough

That no blood spilled will ever avenge you

So long as you chose fear,
Simple answers,
Identity politics,
Us vs Them,
Right vs Wrong,

You will continue to suffer.

So long as your lust for power 
Is greater than your love for life
You will be impoverished.

Living in fear and in agony,
Celebrating your righteousness 
On a barren field, drenched in blood.

If lovelessness is the greatest pandemic,
May love be our finest cure.
If fear is the toxic gas that eats out our eyes,
May love be our greatest weapon.

Our age doesn’t need any more national heroes.

It needs cleaners, builders, growers and healers.
A mycelium of alchemists turning fear into love
Unafraid of the muck, the grey, the confusing, the ugly
It is in the decaying matter that we will find meaning once again.

Turning shit into gold.
Bullets into flowers.
Enemies into friends.
Competitors into collaborators.
 
Seems crazy doesn’t it? 

But what’s actually crazy, 
is doing exactly what we’re doing now.

Sanya 10/2023

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