Defiance by Njoki Ng'ang'a

Published in Qwani 02

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It's an expansive little place,

This blue planet.

You come into existence,

A small ball made of matter and consciousness.

Filled with innocence and wonder,

And you spend the entirety of that existence,

Trying to validate your relevance.

It's a matrix,

And we are all little lab rats,

Walking mazes or running wheels.

Wasting our lives away in big tall boxes,

That only seem to go up but never touch the sky,

Confined and defined by the laws of survival.

It's a contrary world,

Fueled by money and power,

Run by brutes and cartels,

Too consumed in our strife to notice the bonds.

Earth is sexier than Mars,

And every other planet in the galaxies,

The only one that can sustain life.

But we will run it to the ground

Charged by our greed,

Dissatisfaction and insolence,

Forgetting the ephemeral nature of our being.

It's a beautiful place,

this planet.

The home of creatures made of stardust,

A place for creators, inventors, healers and artists.

True living is to,

Go against your predestined odds.

It is defiance against the muck and filth,

That threatens to contaminate the purity of our nature,

And the coldness that can seep into your heart,

When your mind is asleep.

From the beauty and brilliance that exists within,

And the hope that fuels our perseverance,

We have to reclaim our purpose,

Through leaning into our actuality,

And attuning our essence,

To that which is pure, honest and prudent.

To communicate with the writer:

Email: fidelisenjoki@gmail.com

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Photo by Zelch Csaba