Aluna, Live.

by Bethany Lee

I weep for the world.

I am pinned down
and plugged into the matrix,
yet my empathy has depth.

I am a prisoner of civilization
remove my chains
somehow someone save me; us.

metal engines, drills -
hypodermic needles into the
skin of our Mother.
extracting the liquid-sun blood.

change will come

Will we remain as we are
until the last too late minute?
What are our limits of denial?
the Trial to end all Courts.
We will all be judged for our blind eye
and closed hearts
kinship bypassed
for empty entertainment

elusive conclusions
to Who We Are as a culture.

the vultures will have our eyes
if we refuse to use them...

I am asking; pleading:

Wake Up!


Posted on 01/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Bethany Lee

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