“I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love

I guess it wasn’t so
Guess that’s how the story goes
You didn’t dig my flow
You didn’t dig my flow”
Maxwell, Welcome, Urban Hang Suite

I heard it was true,
though anonymous sources rightfully become suspect,
that Central Americans
increasingly feel that the U.S.
is a long punishing and hostile wilderness journey
on their way to more Promising Lands of Canada.

I heard it is true,
Americans, as a nearly whole,
way North and South
and Central in-between continents,
enjoy better access to health and safety,
especially for those without even a one-car garage,
more wealth of nurturing freedoms
and justices of equivalent synergetic exchange,
than they, at least some, often younger,
would hope to find in these devolving DisUniting States,
investing in mutual ass-ured destruction
disinvesting away from
mutual Win/Win
MindWealth/BodyHealth
delivering pleasure’s deep compassion.

I heard it was true,
that if all the U.S. homeless and hungry
not feeling quite so swell
were to occupy and recover
all the U.S. owned
and managed
and share-holder molested operations
in Mexico,
converting all those farms
and fossil-fueled energetic businesses
to cooperative ownership
and wealthyMind/healthyBody optimizing governance,
that Mexico would have an immigration solution,
and the U.S. would have a lack-of-immigration problem.

I heard it was true,
though it seems unlikely, I know,
that mid-eastern terrorists
are second generation entitled fundamentalists,
and their militarized and terrified parents
were first generation oil-revolution opportunists,
believing Allah may have brought deserts and drought
and internecine feeding upon each tribal other,
but Allah has redeemed all with His gift
of seemingly boundless, in that monotheistic time,
oil-drenched riches

Fundamentally filthy Win v Lose irreligious stuff
of competitive survivalist inhumane unnatural life
verses the losing remainder
of natural
ecological
love life.

I heard it was true
that if all those experienced with reversing desertification,
all Earth’s permaculture designers and ecotherapists
and cooperative incarnation incubators and midwives,
were to conjoin all the desperate young mid-eastern adults
to reverse traumatic climate trends
now producing deserts and drought, and mayhem

Toward reproducing plants and people
producing and consuming fields of grass and grains
and slow-flowing rivers,
cedar forests
and fertile food from healthier soils
devoid of ballistic landmines,
and planting solar panels and spiraling towers and wind turbines
shading and capturing vast sun’s radiant perfections,
then nightmares of terror
could become daydreams of planting
and fulfilling multicultural harvests.

I heard it was true,
but whether yes or no
I could not honestly say,
that if U.S. residents
were more mindful of what riches and potentials other nations
and cultures already have to share,
of how climate crimes cry out for climate health,
and if we disinvested from fear-mongered anxiety,
verging on paranoia,
about what other nations and cultures would deprive us of,
for lack of their own potential riches,
then this U.S. terrorist and immigration paranoia,
and perhaps European issues of similar RightWing ilk,
might become Earth’s cooperative ownership,
and Self-with-Other management,
unmitigated win/win
wealthyMind/healthyBody resolution,
producing more multiculturally transforming solutions
for all Earth’s polyamorous Tribes.

“I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love…”