Will we willingly wreck our world?

I’m listening to music that brings tears to my eyes.
I’ve fallen into a trance.
Maggie Rogers’ melodic melodies.
My son smells of a perfume that’s intoxicating to my senses.
I just listened to a Native American elder speak to the power of peaceful prayer and protest.
Earlier, I saw a young African American woman perform, “Hello”.
Her performance was filled with poise, and her genius clear.
The tears are ever present this morning.
Beauty abounds.

Lake Calhoun is covered in a thick mist,
Vapors of transition.
The final foray into the frigid and frozen.

Yet I’m torn,
The push for capitalistic greed…
The hate,
The vitriol,
The push to remove any and all restraint on the fossil fuel industry.
Pouring toxicity into our air, and oil into our water.
And we argue over wether it is god or man altering our environment?
The power of the lie has become pervasive!
Destructive.
Belief, tearing at the fabric of our sustainability,
Superseding rationality,
Superseding compassion.

We live in a world where we still fight for rights.
Rights?
As a white male, I’ve never needed to be aware of rights or repression.
Is that the problem?
Maybe the people who run our country don’t know oppression?
Is it because we’re the oppressor?

“We hold these truths to be self evident that all (caucasian, heterosexual, affluent, christian) men are created equal and that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights.”

Yet we fight,
For the right to love
And peacefully assemble.
We fight for fresh water and clean air.
We fight for a healthy and sustainable environment.

Free speech zones?!
Don’t you dare!
Do you see our smog filled cites?
And we argue wether it’s God or man?
Really?!
The rivers and oceans filled with trash and oil?
And we argue wether it’s God or man?
Honestly?!
Where would you dip your cup if the tap stopped flowing?

Beliefs are the root of cognitive dissonance!
Insecurity and warped morality.

Drowning in filth
And yet there are those that maintain this is a force of nature.
So they pollute proudly!
Polluting my beautiful babies’ water,
My beautiful babies’ air.
In disbelief, I gasp at the irreverence…

How is it that we don’t see?
We are our air.
We are our water.
We are our soil.
We all emerge from the same essence.

We are children
Placated by our egoic performance.
Disconnected from the disgust.
Disconnected by hate and fear.

Unsubscribe from your fairy tales.
God is not going to save you,
Santa clause isn’t coming.
It’s only you.
Either you demand that the filth stop,
Or you wallow in it.

Like spoiled children,
Flailing our garbage about.
Boasting of our fairy tails.