15/02/2025
The word is on the street
The tidal wave looms
The systems and structures we grew
Into machines
Gods in their own right
Demanding of human sacrifice
Never sated by blood nor bone
A never ending more
They are in their death roll
The stench of urban decay
The shrill noise of breaking down
The cracks running deep
To become the riverbeds
For the flow sent to wash clean
The questions to ask are
Not how do we fix, patch up, maintain but
How do we create a World
Where we make Humans great again?
Where we walk each other home
No soul left behind
How do we create a World where everyone wishes to stay?
That we run out of life before we run out of interest.
A World where there is a transparent fundamental understanding
That if I am You
You are Me
That human rights are a given
Not some lip service muttered in stale dusty board rooms
So removed from the noise, hum, pulse of the street
As to be in another dimension, a reality other than this
There is a call to action
For you to play your part
In the tipping of the scales
The answer to all questions is
Simple
Love on purpose, in every moment and every deed
Love to turn the tide
Love to grow paradise
An Eden
Grown on the compost and ashes
Of our histories
Love will set us free
Love does never forgot
Love honours and heals all wounds
Via truth
You carry the seeds of Utopia
In your heart, your mind and your gut
In simply who you Be
You are a container for peace
You are an agent for change
Together we set ourselves free.
Zanna 2025
