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For some of us much of life
has become a tireless
research and study.
The food we eat has labels,
with words that need degrees
in science.
Common medicines have
less warnings than disclaimers.
With conditions for survival
being so difficult to
navigate it is no wonder that
seeking a construct of truth
has become the most
morphogenic of things.
We find atrocious acts
in the name of our enterprise.
Compounding a history we
already know.
Of racial and environmental
exploitation;
in the name of freedom.
Having yet to be fully addressed.
Consider the discomfort
continuing, as races and
classes declare.
Equality.
Women fight for their right.
No rights have been given.
They have all been declared
and taken.
Is this the best our humanity
offers?
For those who have no
power; whose habits are taken
or lost. Whose frailty is
sudden, or chronic.
The gift of nature, is
in supremely stigmergic ways
of inter species care.
Homo sapien no longer
practice this model.
The time has come.
To do so again.
Among many.
Who are responsible and
consider, that the interest
of all, goes beyond a
species.
No longer do I know what to do.
Other than cry out loudly.
And moan in pain.
Something duplicitous and
calousis is at play.
As if it is a game.
There is a wide range of
humanity that need be
embraced for us to move
forward.
As a species; a species among
many.
Many movements maintain
an ignorance to this.
Now time to confront.
We have yet to complete our
work.
By nature the birth of
something is vulnerable and
messy.
A child comes into this world
expressing it's discomfort in
most disconcerting of ways.
A parent undertakes a role,
of guide and steward.
And, after bearing witness
to a child, of the world.
Exist evolves a widened view of wear.
Many have chosen a narrow
view of life. Based on belief
in teachings of a being of
fiction.
The teachings of who say the
very opposite of what they
protect as being the right
way for society to be.
The hypocrisy is staggering.
It is time for it to end.