Did Billy Boy and Fat Boy Slim Collude on This Here New Earth Rising Buddha Track?
Who cares for The Front Line Carers?
as we zoom to our forts and circle our wagons
as we batten down hatches and nail more sad coffins
as we indulge in our fresh water and sanitised hand washing privileges
as we hopefully do not still take, take, take life for granted
who remains to give and still care for The Carers?
This is not just about Recent Covert Bug Shift
(yes so certainly scary, if we let it)
This is about now, then and forever, really,
who cares for the carers?
Platitudes of “Self care” ring hollow so shallow
We The Community Can Praise Them Like We Should.
when we “The Community” have simply Taken Caring For Granted.
Not malicious, not intentional, just simply busy, hamster wheel running, forgetful,
So as we rightly sit slowly and silently self gaze,
This Gift of a collective long life giving breath out
can we spare them, the carers, more than a dime buddy beggar
Our Taxes Locked Tight In Our Treasury
(“economic growth” belies dying capitalism of endless disbelief
(yeah fuck GDP, Babe eeeee)
Can we start to actually value all carers, more,
all children, creatives, cooks, cleaners, essential servers,
The Lot.
The Medicine People, The Midwives, The Shamans,
The Endless New Earthers,
Now Gently Birthing
Us All
in all forms, in all walks and ways of our long treasured life,
Simple Ordinary Heart Lead Humble Carers
are our society’s most valuable natural resource gifts
and our oh so kind true first responders
They Deserve Far More Than We Have Ever Allowed Before,
Our True “Stars” and Real “Celebrities”
with Life Saving Graces
Real Flesh and Blood Humans,
Gritty, Grimy, Earthy, dirty, day in day out kind empathetic carers
(Not Just Some Blow Hard "Merchants of Venice" Of New Trendy Recent Gravy Train Arrivals of Look At Me Flaunt Famous Hollow ‘Holy?” Woods, Big Screen TV’s and Even Bigger Hair and Wall Streets of Wallets and Banks of Celebrity Insti Organically Groan Lentil Soy Latte Suckers cum laude in prised privilege drama of Funky Oblivious Blinkered Hipster Towns,
Prince Hal’s and Falstaff’s all, as Billy Boy Knew, Back In The Day
Shakes, Spear ~ ~ ~ To Be or Not To Be, puts gently now down)
Can We Just Ditch The Excess, Dump The Drama,
Douse The Dregs of The Fake Celebs?
Like An Apprentice Who Got Elected?
The POTUS has got no grace, or class, or any idea ...
Well fuck him, yet another Emperor With No Clothes ....
Fiddling Nero Whilst Another rHome Burns ...
So we, collectively all, can we slow, reflect, be wiser,
let go of more hidden, deeper, subtle, attachments and expectations to how we
"thought" in our crowded busy anxious head spaces had PLANNED and Nailed down
our 2020 manifested vision board, our fixed studio timeline of scheduled appointments of telling, projecting and demanding a will of the capital ways,
of this was how life was going to be because My Ego Screamed Loudest
Like The Spoilt Brat In The Lolly Shop
We have been told "No you can't have that"
and watch as Mother Nature's New boundary is set....
and wake up and start honouring and praising
all the Earth carers like we should,
all the deep salt of the earth, silent, out of sight carers
who are and have always been, simply,
Them Self.
Let Us Praise Them Like We Should
