Falling

a poem

Photo by Jay Argame on Unsplash

Listen to an audio recording of Falling:

The West,
who has stood on top,
who has ruled and commanded,
who’s have had everything
its way for far too long
is teetering
on the precipice
of presumed privilege
and past power.

Western pride,
its greed,
its arrogance,
its conviction
that we are right,
that we are just,
that we are entitled,
that we are above the laws
we make to impose upon others,
that we can wage war, murder, 
destroy, coerce and condemn
with God’s eternal blessing,
these, our sins, are shaking and splitting
the thin, brittle ground beneath our feet.

We are crumbling,
we are stumbling,
we are tumbling,
we are spiralling 
downward,
flailing, 
failing.
falling, 
falling,
falling.

And there’s not a thing—
no safety net,
no sudden updraft,
no soft landing in sight—
nothing but a last-minute prayer
to break the fall.

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