23. Our Ancestors’ Hell

Some things are formed of harder stuff.

Take how storms expose stone to form bluffs.

Tough stuff is not eroded it endures

sheer presence endlessly giving.

As this spec of space dust keeps on spinning.

Strength, unity, community is and always has been

a prerequisite for earthly living.

Consider even our recent ancestors.

You had to be determined

just to be back then.

A few generations ago –

they didn’t even have fans.

It would’ve been scary hot back then

without a breeze.

And people you knew…

had probably died in a winter’s freeze.

Survival required unified

ancestral grit like steel.

For us to have made it

to this point on life’s wheel.

Over-consumption back then was rare.

Our ancestors often ate what was shared.

Now our species staggers

consumed by separate cares.

While media machines tell Us unity

lies broken beyond all repairs.

Or take a sober look at the state of our youth.

A view not of projections but see the truth.

We must be honest,

about the future that now is making.

And the humans we are collectively generating.

Seems to me like fearful egos…

separated, into factions of hating.

It sometimes feels like I can hear our elders’ wail.

…What would, our gangster-ass,

tough as nails ancestors yell?

I bet it’d go something like;

“Be still!”

“Get back to nature!”

“Quit building!”

“What y’all are becoming, was what we called hell.”

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