What is the plague, what is the plague? Is it the virion? Is it the germ? Or is it callous disregard For those different and infirm? Is it the offspring of Narcissus Who see their reflection in The vain Gods of progress? What is the plague, what is the plague? We were living, we are dying, And the selfish keep denying It's a plague we are defying. We were dying, but we're surviving The plague of righteous fascists Who've been wickedly conniving. What is the plague, What is the plague? We are living in a test Of our resilience at its best. So we hope, and strive, and pray To make it through another day Hunkering down, and turning away From touch we crave every which way. What is the plague, What is the plague? We cry at needless loss When lives we love become the tossed Bodies in cold cold containers As the dross of sycophancy bill for their ridiculous retainers As we become the pawns in necromancy. What is the plague, What is the plague? The plague is human hubris, Pride of place and pride of stature, With souls that are infractured By the synapses of greed and callous Disrespect for the being that is earth And the beings that have worth. Greed is the plague, Greed is the plague.
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What is the Plague?
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Gifts outside the box
Posted in Reflection, The World, Words, tagged gift-giving, gratitude, positivity on December 25, 2018| Leave a Comment »
True gifts of light. Do try this at home if you wish!
I led a pre-Christmas group at work last week that I do every year at this time. I ask: what is a gift you’d give yourself, one you’d give to those you love, one you’d give a stranger, one you’d give the group, and one you’d give the world–remember, these are gifts that do not cost money, so think “outside the 🎁”. But I preface this with, what is a similar gift someone(s) once gave you that has helped you in life.
In this spirit of giving and acknowledging such gifts, for this holiday season, I give myself a pat on the back for being patient with life and acceptance of my circuitous path. I give my loved ones many, many, many hugs and kisses (if they want them), my attempts at being non-judgmental, and my time. I give a stranger my work as a volunteer helping families with breastfeeding babies and occasionally helping someone carry something down the street. I give my colleagues(my group) suggestions (only when asked for) and the wisdom of my experience (only when asked for). I give the world my music because I can’t help it and I can’t help it any other way.
And gifts I’ve been given: my mother gave me her altruism, the love of words and grammar and scrabble, and the love of poetry and her faith in my music. My father gave me his talent with numbers and sounds (he was a sonar engineer) and the love of puns and Pi. My husband has given me his patience (sometimes) and a steadfast love and the best father I could have for my children. My children have given me a reason to be proud and the sheer enjoyment of being with them and seeing them grow to be such thoughtful and caring souls (and a huge dollop of attempts at being patient when they drove me nuts). My sister gave me a home when I was needy and an appreciation of beauty and her love of my music. My brother gave me the joy of driving fast and a love of art on paper. My nieces and nephews have given me the gift of listening. My wider family and friends have given me love, people to play with (scrabble, walks on the beach, music) and the joy of connection.
I’m glad I can be grateful.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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