Murder, Murder Everywhere

FUck. Fuk. FUck. Fuck!!. FUCK!!!!!!!

This has become a downright regular exclamation in my life lately. Too much, too much, too much fucking injustice. Not just injustice. Inhumanity. How can people live with themselves?

God. Damn!!!

There are
no words
for
this.

Has the soul of the world died and passed into some hell? What other explanation can there be? Slaughter, wholesale murder, war, rape, economic exploitation, genocide, depression, sickness of the heart.

Sadness.
Heavy
Heavy
sadness.

Thoughtless, emotionless, inhuman, unfeeling. These are the roots of death. What sickness--how did planet Earth, beautiful magnificent radiance, come to find herself so infected? Pus oozes from all coal mines, oil rigs, diamond mines. Crusty shields of scab sap scar the deforested mountainside, mar the rainforest and jungle. Children commit suicide.

Please
rise above.

Breathe your wholeness.
Understand you are here,
you are this suffering,
this self-mutilated joy,
this deep grief
incised in all sides of our Earth and lives
is you.

Wake
wake wake wake
wake wake
wakey wakey
wake the fuck
up
motherfucker.