I watched with a sad heart the other day, wondering what I could do or say, to help you find your way, to lift your spirits and share with you my take, on how to work with that what seems, if that what seems is fake.
For you know the seas will surely rise and wars will soon be fought, but there will never be an answer if you bury all these thoughts.
Yet by rising up together, you can demand a speedy change, from all those folks with power – not one an honest sage.
There is always strength in numbers, to show united might. Now wouldn’t that in concert, be a shining light – to sing together the anthem of refreshing youth. To raise the stakes to seek exacting truth, even though they will fight to keep their greed. Your hearts and minds will have set the seed.
For your time is here and now – and together we must rise to demand they act to save our world – rise up to fight their lies.
(c) Stefan Nicholson
Notes: We live in a turbulent world. History shows that the people will always rise up and fight against dictators, bullies and tyrants. This can be done by voting them out or punishing them through legal channels. Violence merely leads us into accepting a new unruly successor.
I once dreamed about an angel, within the forest’s flickering light.
Dancing to sacred music – It was a most surreal, calming sight.
Until he mimed at me to stop, and to change my theme.
Causing dark, mysterious clouds to form, erasing every sunbeam.
He beckoned me over to whisper solemn words,
About some eagles, and vultures, that were menacing captive birds.
Moving them around, to attack them further, to prevent their flying away,
Aiming to destroy them and steal their nests, without having to pay.
But the eagle did see me, and started to say . . .
“Why did you look upon this place to dream, where all religions meet,
To see innocent families die, wrapped and buried in plain, white sheets.
To witness men, women and children, suffer and weep,
To make known we are complicit in wars, that keep this world from peace.”
The angel shouted angrily at the vultures, now building houses on captured land.
“Tomorrow, there will be more innocents who will die by your eager hand,
On this, their own land, where they were murdered for nought,
Because ancient stories, claiming their land as yours, are old, and unfairly sought.”
The angel approached me sadly, as I shielded my eyes from the bloodied ground.
Knowing that I was acting like many others, who look, without making a sound.
Raising his fist up to the sky, he reached out in hope to me,
Saying, “I will tell you now, what I know, and so written, what will come to be.”
“The isolated eagles, diseased from within their neglected nests,
Will be made destitute by the cunning vultures; no more are they wanted guests.
Both hated, for their using and supplying of the resources to prolong the war.
They will face accountability and punishment, for breaking international law.
The once captive birds will walk free on their own land. From the ashes they will rise.
They will teach their young for generations, about the vultures’ actions and lies.
Promoting truth and kindness as the only way to think and abide.
Proven when with no food, drink or shelter; they endured attempted genocide.”
Poem read by Digital Emma:
Note: We often look at nature for technology ideas. We call people “pigs” and “dogs” and that they act “catty” or like a “cow”. My poem about the eagles and vultures in no way criticises the natural behaviour of these birds, but does reflect on how people perceive their negative qualities, from a human perspective.
The subject matter however is serious and is intended to highlight our silence on what is right and wrong, the basis of all the religions and beliefs.
Stefan A Nicholson (Tasmania) 