Jan 2016
Hope died yesterday at 3:01 a.m. mountain time.
It was a massive cardiac arrest.
The hearts of every good person in the world
Exploded simultaneously.
Over six million instant deaths,
Unplanned, unexpected
Unexplained,
All the nice people died on mass.
If you are alive this morning
You are not one of the good people.
You are one of the *******.
At least with clarity we can move forward.
We have a starting point.
I am an *******,
Now let’s make things better.
It was a massive cardiac arrest.
The hearts of every good person in the world
Exploded simultaneously.
Over six million instant deaths,
Unplanned, unexpected
Unexplained,
All the nice people died on mass.
If you are alive this morning
You are not one of the good people.
You are one of the *******.
At least with clarity we can move forward.
We have a starting point.
I am an *******,
Now let’s make things better.
The point of the poem is that we bog down in our attempts to improve things by having intransigent positions. My god is better than yours, my system is the only one that works, I am exceptional etc. If we can start at 0 and ask the question-- what does better for all mean? - then we have a chance to create a paradise on earth. So the I am an ******* movement begins--- which means I am not hanging onto any preconceived notions-- let's talk about better without ego. I am such a dreamer I know, I know.
