Elucidating Questions

Mr Sun, Mr Sun

My Sun

Still so warm to sit beside you

Even though you’re going away sooner

Behind that tree

It’s nice to sit in you and not feel my skin cooking, though

You know?

You don’t know, probably

You’re always cooking

My big beautiful ball of fire

It’s that time of year immediately preceding my favourite time of year

Granted I have favourites of every season

But to see Winter’s Breath on every leaf

The anticipation

What will she bring for me this year?

Every snowfall a gift from her coldness

We’re North, you know

Snowfall means the Arctic is healthy

I dread the year not a flake falls

I should gather the people and demand they unhand my Winter.

Really just gather all the actual polluters and leave them in a box somewhere.

I’m sure they’ll come in useful never again forever

I feel betrayed that I am living to watch the world burn

Unable to do anything about it

Great beings of the future will see the history of our planet being

It burned

And think that’s normal, because lots of planets burn

But then see the addendum by its own inhabitants

And they will mourn the collossal loss of life we as a species perpetrated on this poor gem

No, not by asteroid, solar explosion, collision, or any of the other numbers of things that can go wrong for a planet in space

No, this planet was living a golden age

It was her own children

And they marched on to the beat of her destruction

I suppose your opinion on this is paramount

After all you came in just as I was thinking of you

You sneak

As time goes on I wonder what your actual views on things are

You smell a lot like one of those neutrals

That think that by doing nothing in the face of oppression they’re somehow remaining just

You cannot allow oppression to occur and be clean handed

The blood of their oppression is on your hands

Bystanders are not innocent

If there was something to be done I would do it

Would you?

I don’t know what I should be doing right now

Fighting wars of opinion with civilians doesn’t change the death toll growing higher

Or the hit me once and I’ll bulldose you

By the way I have control of all of your resources and you can’t have them

This isn’t even an eye for an eye

This is tortured people lashing out and being tortured ten times worse for the pain of it

Some people think we’re supposed to give our predecessors the benefit of the doubt because they “didn’t know any better”

Am I to believe that some sort of genius has come over the population, now?

These are just the children of the colonial settlers, it’s not their fault!

But you see, I see it, perpetrated in my own society still

The “but it’s not their fault”

So what they perpetrate racism and black heartedness when it comes to indigenous peoples?

We just occupied the land and wiped them as much out as we could

I would comment on their strength and resilience

But that is not for someone on the outside looking in to do

It seems so meaningless to write this down

If I had any power I’d just make them stop

Hear their shared god in their heads

Do something why don’t you? Abrahamic god‽

Alas, like all times, this so called all knowing being is silent in the face of dying babies.

It’s like they’re children fighting over something Earth has an abundance of (land) and they’re just using the citizens as fodder.

When will these people wake up and see that these men want war?

Death?

Suffering.

These people you think are your leaders are hungry to push the buttons that ensure destruction

They claim they love the land while marring her surface with bombs and wiping out every living thing

Monsters run these things called nations

The people lap up the toxic filth that spews from the mouth of these things called leaders

I exclaim

God

I’m not cursing the god listening on the other end

More like

Are you seeing this?

Gods’ ineffectuality

Do you see?

Same with Jesus, or Christ

More like a

Check out this fucked up situation

Than a how could you do this to me?

Now, when I say universe!

That’s more of a how could you.

I always wonder who’s watching

There’s no way to know the untold number

But apparently the Sun is number one

Yes that tracks

I started thinking about what swearing means for me

Started looking at my language and how I use it

Using different words so it’s just a word for emphasis rather than hurt

It took seeing the way language is used to trick people into believing something

I want my language to be direct

Without doublespeak or hidden meanings

Unless I’m writing esoteric crap without any actual meaning

When I say genocide I mean it

And I communicate with my gods,

I don’t swear at them

Sometimes I forget I’m a warrior

Fighting every day to just be

Getting up from bed is a great feat,

One that I continue to achieve no matter how much my body pleas

Sometimes I forget that I’m fighting these thoughts

Sometimes I forget they’re not me

Chin up soldier

That should have pissed me off,

Why should I have to live and be a soldier and whatnot

What I felt instead was the warrior in me stand up

I’m a fighter

And I’m a damn good one

I wonder what the world would be like if everyone thought like me?

Would it be better?

Or just another hellscape?

They sleep

The warriors

No one sees the fight in me

No one sees me giving 100%, 100% of the time

If they knew how hard I’m fighting

Just to present as normal

It’s a battle of mind, body, soul, and spirit and it’s two against two.

Body and mind my enemies

Soul grows weary

Spirit cheers it back to life

I am a warrior

I just get so caught up in the fighting I forget