On Learning To Detect Fascist Pigs

A call to all humans, all you with a soul,

Longing, giving, leading the call,

Who want back the world you once knew,

As a small child,

Where color is a crayon box,

& teachers read you stories of awe and whimsy, and the endless possibilities of the light that sparkles in every child’s eye.

Ask yourself, what is righteousness?

Who deserves to be powerless?

And who has the authority, to determine who gets to live and gets to die?

Anyone can be manipulated,

Distorted by murky sight.

It is difficult to find clear vision, with so much blood in your eyes.

It is hard to think when your head is being thrashed into the cement.

How challenging must it be,

To nourish oneself with the values of justice and equality,

When the powers that be have starved us all for so long?

It takes discernment,

It takes community.

Our loneliness will be the end of us.

Division is our enemy, and unity our salvation.

Do not lose faith,

Do not stop paying attention.

The callous and careless folk,

Clutching their fragile egos,

Twist the word of holy books,

And claim to know the thoughts of God.

Clinging to their illusions of the superior - superior culture, superior skin, superior sex, superior politics,

Are blinded to the supremacy that is their sickness,

Fed like a cancer by rich and powerful who seek only to control the masses,

Who sustain themselves on chaos,

Watching from their towers,

As they smirk and sip their champagne glasses,

As the riot below clashes.

Open the eyes of your mind,

My sisters,

My brothers,

My friends,

So that you may awaken,

And know what light is.

Reach out to your fellow human beings,

And open your hand.

Death is only,

The evaporation of a soul,

From it’s earthly body

Into the ether,

Where ideas gestate,

And great hope

Learns to live there.