DATE: May 31, 2020

EMPLOYEE NAME:                  to the tyrants and your intelligence services

to law enforcement with extrajudicial behavior problems

to the billionaires with the wealth to buy immunity after years of criminal offenses

but never enough money to pay a living wage after your employee’s work years of successful shifts

to the leaders who can only lead half a country at a time

like a boss in name only

too busy selling red meat dogma drama soap opera

to notice if the outcome’s wrong or right

for the entire country, the blood, the lives, of all of us

to anyone who can’t handle someone else’s freedom

cuz people living freely makes your brains hurt

hello, this is us

the united states of america, the united states of consciousness, the united states of all of us

we’re the ones who witness the horrors being committed

and turn it in to a story of courage and survival

we’re the ones who hear the sounds of injustice being committed

and turn it into a music and a dance so strong you can’t control it

we’re the stomachs for what could not be digested

the muscles who lift what could not be lifted

we’re the ones who visualize a vision of what’s about to happen

before it happens

that godly magic that lets our blind eyes see how things really be

the things we refused to see

and in your royal(ty) courts

before your thrones of tv screens

when all we are is jesters in a paywall cage

we’ll put it so all of us can laugh

but you fail to find the page

 

we work the shifts

we grow the kids

we heal the wounds

we write the words

we voice the language

we populate the page

we craft the laws

we draw the lines

we play the music

we snap the pic

we film the scene

we dress the body

we carve the form

we design the space

we cook the taste

and fill the plates

we dance the sound

we paint the town

we tell the story

 

at any place at every moment

we’re humming like qubits in superposition

we’re finding the connections

between science and spirit, facts and feelings, materials and emotions, places and faces, laws and anarchies, histories and futures

and in the mental prisons of your personality algorithms

your attention / distraction control sets

when you insist on saying “yeah, and i pay the wage so what’s my name”

well, ok then, if you want it to be some dinky little personality game

when your faulty predictive modeling gives us so much as a particle of space to move

no matter how much power you grasp or how much wealth you hold

there’s one thing you’ll never escape

your portrait, your statue, your fate, your story

being told

and we’re the ones who tell it

 

we work the shifts

we grow the kids

we heal the wounds

we write the words

we voice the language

we populate the page

we draw the lines

we craft the laws

we play the music

we snap the pic

we film the scene

we dress the body

we carve the form

we design the space

we cook the taste

and fill the plates

we dance the sound

we paint the town

we tell the story

 

your story

as a poem still spoken or a joke long forgotten

as a face remembered with cheers or a name uttered with curses

as a life story we tell the kids to emulate or warn them to abandon

as a statue standing through a storm or a sandcastle in the waves

this is your performance improvement notice

choose wisely now

how you want your story to be told