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IT IS TIME TO STOP THE STUPIDITY! 

 
The notes of a Shaka flute float to my ears 
like an Arabian midsummer night’s dream 
it flows through me like dinars in a Banshee’s pocket 
in a food market
 
Reminds me of a Mexican Mercado 
festive, full of music and color
but in the far-off background a flute plays with Mariachis
a cumbia slows to match the lamenting flute

In the mountains a goat bleats
it understands the soulful sounds of the hurt
and the painful place it comes from
a place most hearts know well 

Human or animal, we all hurt
humans know the most efficient way to inflict pain
but this is not about humans but why we callously inflict pain
we’re both classified as animals, yet humans make the world a hell
 
It’s about humans and their inhumanity
Yes, about us, humans,
who still war with ourselves and Nature
who inflict destructive deeds that keep this world in tears
 
But because of the grace of the Creator, we’re saved

At some point we must wise up and eliminate
all the hurt we instigate
if we could see the world’s peoples
we would see we’re like them
 
They are us

War destroys souls who remain, pain stays in their hearts
sometimes acceptance comes after the destruction
regretfully not soon enough
the saints and Gods shout
 
It is time!
 
It is time to heed the writing on the sacred walls
the Torah, the Bible, the Koran, the Hindu Vedas
since time immemorial they have shown the way
it is time, people of earth, we have no excuses left…

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