Choice
June Bendaña

I calmly felt the reflection
Which turned into sharp reality.
Suddenly, it’s neither calm, poetic nor beautiful
It’s meant to wake up, agitate.
Destructions are here,
beating ever stronger
without a moment’s notice.
It’s time to hang up the self
for the good of humanity.

You know we’re hanging
on the last straw of hope,
when something practical
and something simple
is the noblest thing
to decide and finally do.
When an act of one
could be the act of all.

Your activities and decisions NOW
would affect the FUTURE.
Your sacrificing convenience
for the gain of sustenance.
Death of ego, living hope.
A time of drastic measure
In 59th minute of the 11th hour.
It is the breath of the planet
or yours
which is
racing against
time.
Or both.
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