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Half Naked


We sit around gawking at half naked celebrities,
as if the skin covering their human bones
was any less sacred than our own.

We sit around laughing at those less fortunate,
so why wouldn't we mock the celebrity,
knock 'em down a notch or three?

We sit around bitching and moaning about others,
denigrating our sisters and our brothers,
building our masks for shame's cover.

We sit around and raise our fists to the talking box,
work forty hours and mow our lawns,
taxes paying for the dropping of bomb's,

keeping the roads paved so we can buy more gas
to keep our cars and trucks running fast
polluting the air we’re lucky to have.

We’re working ourselves into oblivion, for what?
To die from not having water to drink,
air to breathe from being too damned greedy to think?

Come on people, let’s think of the earth and one another
before the water gets too thick to drink,
before the air gets too toxic to breathe.

Love one another despite our harmless behaviors,
consider our most lethal and suicidal measures,
the ones that are destroying Life’s pleasures,

those that shatter houses and crush human Love,
that destroys our Home and kills the seeds,
that enslave us instead of making us free.

Stand up and let your voices be heard across the globe,
stand up and demand the earth its sovereignty
all across the globe from sea to shining sea.

We’re free to do what we need to in order to breathe.
Stop the scorn and pretending we’re any better,
cherish Home and begin to Love one another.

Boom boom…

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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