as long as our ancestors have inhabited this earth
we have sought stories to give meaning to our death and our birth
we have craved sex, money, power, and pride
we have yearned to give voice to what gestates inside
the human species has evolved to yearn and transform
creating new systems and crafting new norms
the social order we are ruled by is rotten to the core
our species is in turmoil and in need of sacred lore
all ancient creeds contain stories of creation
they speak of panoplies of divinities of all complexions
we arise in this moment to resist a proto-fascist menace
a resurgence of bigotry and a collective death sentence
we need to call upon the stars to guide our resistance
summoning the power of ancient prophets to bless the lives of our infants
anarchist chic is the zeitgeist of the hour
fusing the marxist matrix with prefigurative power
we will revolutionize and remold the cult of celebrity
we fight for a world where our species and our planet can breathe
as we build movements with the power to transform
we must take care of one another and craft imaginative social norms
mental health struggles underpin all forms of oppression
we must liberate our psyches as we strive for revolution
street art vixens carve out space on city streets
building murals that imagine a future of justice and peace
lifting up our heroines and heros of the past
building a power to transcend and a power that will last
relationships are the foundation of all successful praxis
they must be nurtured to evolve as our struggle seduces new actors
we call upon the core of the human spirit in our quest for liberation
we amplify our voices—trans and queer rebels of our global karmic nation
the system is condemned—what remains in the balance is whether our global tribe goes as well
for exploitation to end, we must break the chains that incarcerate so much brilliant potential in jail cells
4 minutes to save the world—so madonna crooned with justin
many lifetimes lived at once–as millennia of class rule near their nascent end.
we must rise up in formation—with crunk hip-hop on blast
we must uproot the stigmas and taboos that leave class rule intact
we will dance to celebrate a new dawn of imagination
we will approach nuestra boca de cielo-our heaven’s mouth.
a reborn nirvana brought into being by revolution
a postmodern garden of eden where transcendent love is to be found
the dead ideas of the past weigh like a nightmare on the minds of the living
we must transcend the damage and the trauma which are the legacy we are given
heaven’s mouth is coming fast—just ahead of the river styx
we can uproot the horror of a looming earthly hell–if we can build a transcendent and liberatory matrix
the lead image is by FAVIANNA RODRIGUEZ >> @favianna
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
