~churning watersA Poem by Katherine Wyatt~political reflections.. people reflectionsThe wave was rising, waters churning long ago as an old Eagle spread his wings and said, “Welcome to the Reservation” we sit and wonder as a nation, how did we arrive here? The olde ones told us that it was a power rising we had the control to change the course of creation we sat on laurels and ignored the signals churning waters and ink on papers in dark rooms, revelations slowly soaking up freedoms, power, molding this present moment… yet no one marched, protested, spoke to the designations indications of freedom slipping away it was never abruptly taken Here, Now.. we see with more clarity than ever before what we do not want, illuminating what we do want even more freedom, kindness, and allowing others free wings to fly as we, ourselves take flight and sing this is our collective human dream As we look at the changes and allow fear to clamp us into paralyzed believing others control our sacred lives we must remember we are the creators of our own ecstasy or our own demise this… is where TRUE power lies… Why did we not wake up when the Patriot Act was signed .. was no one watching as the fascist steps were aligned were we too busy with our lives and nine to fives to miss the obvious, or just too lazy to read the signs We are calling people to march and resist ..what is the strategy Now, to turn it all around, renew kindness, cause the hatred to desist? This is the next coming of the same old Calvary but America, this time they have come for all of “us” “Executive orders” now in place… we were too damn slow the warning signs were all there long long ago…. no one believed no one had time to believe no one wanted to believe no one cared enough, so they slept with eyes wide shut America, are you ready to wake up? .. we create our own realities, we are far more powerful than we know Can we make the changes or has this species been too slow? © Katherine Wyatt All Rights Reserved 2017 © 2017 Katherine Wyatt |
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Added on January 27, 2017 Last Updated on January 27, 2017 Tags: politics, sociology, postivity hope AuthorKatherine WyattALAboutI am the song the trees whisper in the wind. I am the strength of the mighty mountains. I am the song of the birds in the morn. I am always being reborn. I am a traveler in and out of space and time... more..Writing
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