Pledge for Pachamama

Pledge For Pachamama

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for,

Yes, waiting for rescue through this dark night of the soul, but we are the ones,

Dammit!

No matter how hard we’ve tried to deny our fate, It’s time to embrace it.

We’ll rejoice later, at the end,

But it’s hard work to be a descendant.

Yo! What a job! Reconcile and return!

Heal ancestral trauma & drama,

Be the ones to forgive, the ones to say sorry first, be the responsible ones,

Dammit—

(weren’t you supposed to be the ones

to take care of us, not abandon us,

cherish the children?) it could’ve been you.

But if you coulda, you woulda, we finally get it, we just gotta step up

and do it for you, gotta be the ones

to say: the buck stops here, in my heart.

We will be the ones to cherish,

Be the good parent, the good cop,

Be the examples, be the change, oh yeah, we’ll change the world—because despite it all, we’re still here, breathing Ceremony.

You starve us, sell us, beat us,

kill us, rape us, blame us, banish us—you steal our Sacred objects, our precious reminders—

But heya, you can’t steal our souls!

Souls can’t be stolen,

Only given away to glitter and grunge

And despair. You tried to teach us despair. I You think your world’s ending, and you’re right.

But we refuse to despair.

We despacho instead,

Turn the world on it’s head,

Gladness is our daily bread,

For we, we ourselves are God’s

sons and daughters

& we’ve gone to the waters

And risen up. There’s more

Where we came from. All over

This world, we’ve risen up.

The mountains sheltered us.

The rivers hid our tears.

The stars set our souls on fire,

And our gospel spreads with the wind.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for,

Knights both dark and light,

In and out of stealth and sight,

Giving the mighty a chance to do right

Fix your ways of greed and blight,

Once again, to learn and choose

To support All Relations in their plight:

By now everyone has heard the news:

We all gotta right to be here, from bugs

To horses. If we could just share,

We could all chill. No need to kill.

Are you kidding. Nope, every ancestor past the last ten generations has been

Spinning in their grave, dancing in the Dreamtime trying to get our attention.

Doesn’t matter if we die, we’ve tried to kill

Ourselves already and it didn’t take,

So we sucked it up and learned to love

Ourselves instead, and even to love you,

But not your excuses. Surrender, your time is done. Surrender your hearts. Love

Everyone’s children.

The meek inherit the Earth, and we want it, no more abuse, we got nothing to lose,

We found everything in our Creator.

Doesn’t matter if we die, the real war

Is not the guns you shoot, the words

You speak. We are Love’s children,

Warriors like you’ve never seen.

For we, we ourselves are God’s

sons and daughters

& we’ve gone to the waters

And risen up. There’s more

Where we came from. All over

This world, we’ve risen up.

Lovers make the best fighters,

They have nothing to lose.

We are the ones.

We’ve already won.

~Em, Psalms at the End of Time