Of Mice And Men

'They' pulled off a slow one.
                      It has been
Years in the making.
But when it came
It came faster than a racing locomotive
than a speeding bullet -
Superman!
            promising
Hope and Change.
As someone said
'How's that Hope and Change working out
for ya now?'

                     Drones
buzzing silently overhead
seeking out
Patriots
       excuse me:
                    terrorists
or at least
prospective terrorists
budding terrorists
     off of the vine of
our Founding Fathers
                 planted
in the soil of a
new land

a new country

to echo to the sound of
Freedom
       from the old
tired lands.

Some of our ancestors came over on the Mayflower
                             Some came over
in the holds of slave ships.
Some snuck over the border.
So what.
Here we are.
               Here
WE
are.
All, of us
             facing
a moment of Truth
              facing
Our moment of Truth.
All, of us.
Together.
As One Holy Being.

Just a little homework to do first.
Home.
Work.
Before
          we are
To sail different seas
than ever before.
The seas of space.
Together
       with others
Of far continents
more distant than ever before.

But for now
I sing of America
Not
of its demise
at the hands of tyrants.
              Their Change
not for us
I hope.
I.
Hope.
For a better future
  than the intended one
           of slavery
For all of us.
Or at least
As many of Us
as possible

in this go'round of the Wheel
of Rebirth.
     Some to get off of it now
and fly
fly, to a distant shore;
                    some
To have to come back for more
seasoning
in the belly of the beast
        or at least
The being that gives us space
To learn our lessons
and then move on
                 after
we have earned our wings
to fly
fly, to more distant shores
than ever before.
             But for now
        this
one
To see it through
to its conclusion

in greater Hope and Change
than that promised by
Superman
fallen
crashing
to Earth.
For what it was worth
                all
of the illusion.

So dream on, you Cabalists.
There is a different outcome
for Human
than yours.

And someday
you will join us.

Or not.

The choice

is yours.

As this one was ours

given

that Opportunity

by our mutual Source

shining

shining, in the distant Sky

beckoning

Us All on

out

of the illusion

of separation.

       For know, that

We Are All One.


Imagine that.

Who woulda ever thunkit

than Our Creator

            the Creator

Of mice and men.

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