The collective
08.18.06 (7:59 am) [edit]
Racial memory runs deep
Branded into the psyche,
A festering wound of the collective soul
With rage often its only outlet,
Though it may hide,
Sleep,
Or be forgotten for a time.
The monad swallowed up
Sinking into the chaotic,
The desire to destroy and kill
Shattering any pretense of humanity,
Personal freedom chained
By the rising of that irrationality
Deeply buried in the unconscious of its people.
Good and evil reversed
With God’s voice or word
Used as the fuel,
The energy,
To devour the soul of the enemy
Outside of God’s love,
Or caring.
Hatred is collective,
To love ones enemy
Or to forgive another
An act of the individual,
Open to God’s grace,
Love,
And healing.