Your Dear Family
If you are lucky like me,
you love your family.
You see pretty easily that life is a cloth that is not easily
worn, for it is woven by a world of uncertainty.
You know this by your surroundings, the disparities you
witness every day throughout your life.
And whether or not you yearn to speak or write about it,
or hold it all within your soul, you do recognize that the world is wild
and untamed.
Hemingway knew this, Sigmund Freud tried to understand
the simplicity of the human conscience, others tried to control
unjustly the human spirit, wrongly thinking they could create
some machine-like master race.
In Western thought, the brownskin people were somehow
inferior, they pushed the thought that one race was lower in rank,
it was never close to being true, but they pushed it for hundreds of years
all the same.
And now, you are all left with this.
Almost like a long book you would never dare read,
A Moby Dick-like Novel which is fully filled with
truth, but which is mostly for far too many
unreadable, and far too long, and written in verbiage
of a long-gone English stylistic language.
So much so that it becomes so crushingly deflating.
Everything in all possibility has been over conflated,
the drama is here and now, and it is so unreal
we are all asking ourselves what, exactly what course would
Arthur C. Clarke advise us to take just now.
Here's what I think he would advise.
Stay together, talk to each other.
Don't get too snarled, stick together
and fight for human rights.
Weather this storm. Learn all you can about your fellow human.
Care a great deal about every last one more than yourself.
And those who are gifted to write for the good, please do,
and never stop.