The Desertification Of the Soul
Fires have been busy sanding neighborhoods and forests. We don’t have fire seasons anymore, it’s a first come first serve scenario. Both the southern and northern hemisphere have suffered from the worst fires in modern history, every million-acre destroying event more terrifying than the last.

A pandemic is burning bridges amongst humans, preventing shaking hands, hugs among family and friends, in person gathering and classes, taking away part of what makes us the social animal we are. Close relationships and physical contact. A last bite out of compassion and brotherhood.

Politicians are setting each other on fire by fueling divisions, discord, differences; none left to fight to find our nation’s common grounds. Hope for justice turned to ashes. Crumbles of a dream turned into nightmare.

Crowds cry, armed to fight an enemy they can’t see. Blind and deaf, on an unconscious quest for inner peace they can’t recognize as goal, drowning in debts, despair, unclenched fears of days and nights of uncertainty. No one leading, no one in charge but panic and ignorance. Loneliness is reigning the kingdom of dead souls.

Forests, gone. The unstoppable magnet of power sawing through our lungs, one here, one there, this time we cut Australia’s size… next months it’s going to be some more. And more, and more as we take but never give, asking 'experts' what phenomenon that is?

We kill all that is alive and suffer in the process. The kingdoms of Earth a transparent shadow of life. A kid woke up to show the way but hit fake ears filled with tar. Greta Thunberg and her following, with gusts of energy tried to take nails out of our collective coffin; new generations lack the speed of greed. Lost in an ether that will not save them anymore. Forgotten the way of Men.

We’re not dead. Yet. Some fight with every trash they save, others covered by the illusion of eternity. We sit and hope more might wake up in time but who can wake up? Those who’s worries can’t let them sleep? Those so hungry they have no forks, just knives to stab their neighbors with?

Please human. You’re not alone. It feels so far it feels so thick but we’re in this together. Blue white yellow, reds and whites…those are colors for masters to paint a world that lives! Alive. There’s time.
['Moni Vazquez']
['Consciousness', 'Polític', 'Politics', 'Earth', 'Climate Change']