Fear whispers secrets from ancient tongues,
from primordial rhythms carved in rotting bone,
from millennia filled with putrid flesh.
Politicians harvest from fear’s growth,
and feed headlines like bittersweet syrup
down willing/unwilling throats,
while puppetstrings shiver
with reaction.

The amygdala’s false prophet
sells quiet panic wrapped in cellophane,
with paralysing narratives,
while the prefrontal cortex quietly echoes
the truth unheard that it will be okay,
and survival’s gift should not be perverted
and becomes the jailer’s key.

WAKE now.
Spring to life.
See fright, dread and alarm
for what they are,
and rewire.

Brave souls REJECT the horse prod
and breathe deep the promise of air
where wisdom waits beyond the fog.

SEE truth so courage can rise
like sap through winter wood:
slow, persistent, inevitable.

Fear speaks and we listen
but CHOOSE the dance instead,
not abandonment but
clear-eyed defiance,
strolling steady through
your own magic door
to revolution.

 

3/5/2025