Let this be a warning, for all you bad behavior boys and girls.
Let this be a warning, for this couldn’t care less politics.
Let this be a warning, for those bullshit backers in what has surely been hell and high water.
Let this transformation tide be
our change of consciousness, taking place the whole world over.
Let it be
seen in so many signs and wonders,
where nature too has spoken.
Let this be a warning that we all understand,
an indication that we’ve not been righted for far too long.
Let this be a warning
and not the end of those who insist on being on the wrong side of ourstory.
Let this be a warning to those who feed off of others who cannot fend for themselves.
Let this be a warning for money grabbers and intolerance lovers.
Let this be a warning for greed as a way of life.
Let this be a warning for these many years of poverty-of-spirit on-demand,
for instant gratification that is under-mining millions of years of biodiversity,
which must flourish—with or without us.
Let this be a warning that a paradigm shift is here,
that we no longer can engage in crass contests on unlevel playing fields
because we are too busy manifesting visions of “love thy neighbor”,
visions of no more nonentity none-sense,
visions of we are in this unhappy horse manure together—
whether I like you or not,
and so, let’s get on with the hard work, which the brave keep-on doing
throughout much “I can’t breathe!”—literally and metaphorically.
Let this be a warning that you are alone, if you insist on being a robber baron or a robber baron’s sidling sidekick, both still sniffling in the same sad scent of it was over when it began—even though it seemed like the pungent-pain lasted for just about forever.
Let this be a warning, as we thank so very many for their sacrifices
of life
of dignity
of sanity
of hours spent forging on
w/o any sign of it is possible that this madness can be transmuted.
I think of you, bountiful in your grace,
we cannot begin to finish saying your names,
as you bless us from the afterlife
and from here too—
into our new dawning
into this clear and present warning for those who now know that
it is not okay
to hate
it is not okay
to want more and more material matter, ceaselessly,
it is not okay
to trample on divine truths
& trust
it is not okay
to be the biggest baddest bulldozer in the billionaires be bagging the whole world in a basket bound for burning.
It is not okay!
And we know better,
we are better, we did better, and we will continue to transform
ME consciousness into
WE,
oh YES!
we can
clean the mess together,
we can sweep out all these webs of deceit
with a focus on art, beauty, and plentiful visions of hope to more than forge
a decent standard of living for everybody
here-in, heaven on earth,
a modest existence though, one
of waste not and want not
to eat & eat & eat until
the only thing
that’s left to
eat is
the
rich
perched precariously on a melting iceberg in the middle of the sea-level has indeed changed—it’s risen, to cover the remains of all that was lost in so much
extractivism
exoticism
execution
exclusion
extortion
exhaustion
extravagance
exhibitionism
expropriation
exceptionalism
excommunication
exsanguination
extinction
etcetera.
So, let this be a warning of our love of you and this new world we are surely going to be dragging you into. But still, we say choose; whether you want to join us kicking and screaming, while we hug you
into
heart-warming future existence—
no choke holds
here,
just LOVE
of life
of freedom
of liberty
of justice (not just us)
of communal
of sharing
of moderation
of each other
of stewardship
of symbiosis
of simplicity
of honesty
of integrity
of trust
of all the goodness that seems to have gone to stay deep under a long line of populism put upon people, who are simply scared of inundation by unknown unknowns:
call it difference
is a dish
served cold
when you refuse to see that I am your other you
also searching for the same succor,
which you seek
in an era of
can’t take
no
more
just cannot
especially when its 1%, of nothing,
game over, capital
you have nowhere to go but into
giving unto each of us this: renew our lease on life
amidst this great
and, perhaps, last
warning.