~churning waters

~churning waters

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt
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~political reflections.. people reflections

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The wave was rising, waters churning long ago
as an old Eagle spread his wings and said, “Welcome to the Reservation”
we sit and wonder as a nation, how did we arrive here?
The olde ones told us that it was a power rising
we had the control to change the course of creation
we sat on laurels and ignored the signals
churning waters and ink on papers in dark rooms, revelations
slowly soaking up freedoms, power, molding
this present moment…
yet no one marched, protested, spoke to the designations
indications of freedom slipping away
it was never abruptly taken

Here, Now.. we see with more clarity than ever before
what we do not want, illuminating what we do want even more
freedom, kindness, and allowing others free wings
to fly as we, ourselves take flight and sing
this is our collective human dream

As we look at the changes and allow fear to clamp us into paralyzed
believing others control our sacred lives
we must remember we are the creators of our own ecstasy
or our own demise
this… is where TRUE power lies…

Why did we not wake up when the Patriot Act was signed
.. was no one watching as the fascist steps were aligned
were we too busy with our lives and nine to fives
to miss the obvious, or just too lazy to read the signs

We are calling people to march and resist
..what is the strategy Now,
to turn it all around, renew kindness, cause the hatred to desist?

This is the next coming of the same old Calvary
but America, this time they have come for all of “us”
“Executive orders” now in place… we were too damn slow
the warning signs were all there long long ago….

no one believed
no one had time to believe
no one wanted to believe
no one cared enough, so they slept with eyes wide shut

America, are you ready to wake up?
.. we create our own realities, we are far more powerful than we know

Can we make the changes
or has this species been too slow?



© Katherine Wyatt All Rights Reserved 2017

© 2017 Katherine Wyatt


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Added on January 27, 2017
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Tags: politics, sociology, postivity hope

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Katherine Wyatt
Katherine Wyatt

New Orleans and Metairie, LA



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I am the song the trees whisper in the wind. I am the strength of the mighty mountains. I am the song of the birds in the morn. I am always being reborn. I am a traveler in and out of space and time... more..

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