Hum (We)
©July 18th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Clouds of hatred gather:
A congregation of locusts in a blind lust
For plunder and destruction.
What matters it if they themselves starve
After they eat all the crops?
Nobody hinted at intelligence in them.
And what can we do?
Wring our hands?
Wrong our hands?
We could blow smoke up
To where they gather.
We could confuse them,
Scatter them, drive them off
Shrieking in dismay.
Better still, we could
Find the right resonant frequency
And sing them into sanity.
All together, in one, deep,
Collective Hum:
I Am.
You Are.
Let us Be.
Go back. Be at peace. Subside.
There’s food enough.
The apocalypse is not yet
Nor will you be the Drivers.
Together, we will find your humanness,
Hum the soft note our planet
Sings as she swings
Across a hostile orbit
In a cold Universe.
Hum out the anger.
Hum out the hatred.
Hum out the toxic waste-gas
Of your fear.
There’s room enough and food enough.
Get down on your knees
And hum upwards in love:
All together, in one, deep,
Collective Hum:
I Am.
You Are.
We Are
Let us Be.
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