I drive through sultry green-leaved countryside;
so divorced from toxic urban suicide,
I notice a black and white hand-painted sign
emerging on my right side
of patriotic red resolution,
“STAND UP
FOR YOUR COUNTRY”
Which feels aimed against
tall and massive Black
Lives Mattering athletes
on politicized knees
before national commodified cameras
of discontent.
Yet also aimed at me,
longing to erase homophobic “COUNTRY”
Despite our polycultural beauty
and historical promise
of universal democracy,
of economic regenerating energy,
Longing to replace this monocultural
narrow patriotic word
with our Whole Open Systemic
“PLANET”
of interdependent tribes
and green cooperative corporations.
No sooner thought
than multiculturally retransfigured
to please
and pleasure
and paradise us all,
STAND UP,
AS YOU ARE ABLE,
FOR YOUR COUNTRY
AND OUR PLANET
To do otherwise
feels like still having empty hope
that Straight White Daddy knows best
While his wife
and kids
and grandkids
and other sentient organic property
are poisoned,
suffocated,
drowned,
burned,
shot,
plagued,
terrorized,
criminalized,
hate-crimed,
vilified,
tarred and feathered,
hung,
beheaded,
commodified,
commercialized,
bought and sold,
rented out,
pimped,
capitalized,
exploited,
extracted from the herd,
marginalized,
impoverished,
Othered,
sex-crimed
While starving,
thirsting for global
ecofeminist
green cooperative
win/win EarthJustice
Soaking into sultry green-leaved countryside
divorced from toxic nationalistic suicide.
gdill52 