A Call For

A call for

A molecule, I thought I was
Till learned of the atoms
And the neutrons
And the Protons
And the electrons
Still, unaware that
They are parts of the cloud
Single and independent but
Separately names…divided!

Truth is a monster
Many-headed
Truth is awful
And mostly sad,
Truths can be small
Many of them
Distanced
Apart,
Like electrons,
Out of control
For us
For the poets
For the caring Quakers
For the Quechua's
And the Aymara
And the Dervishes
And the Sufi…

Oh, Truth
Are you not one?
Am I not like you?
In times deaf,
Blind,
Tired,
Distanced from myself…

Truth,
Did Corona divide us?
Should we be thankful?

I sit,
I squat or lie down
And engage me,
Run from the Truth
From the reality…

Out there
I observe
The virus
The evil
And devil
Of politics
Of greed
Of narcissism:
"I am new to politic
But I have talent,
Am equal to PhD in litigation…"

Truth,
I see the crimes
I see the forceful migrations
And see the imposed hunger
And the desperation
And…

And I see the palaces
Belonging to one
To the one percent,
To the families of X, Y, Z…

Truth
I am afraid
I do not write
Instead, I think
Guess do not have the rights
To see you from near
Or one angle
Or another
And you are
Monstrous, in all!

Truth,
Can you help?
An unable, better dead!

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