• 19x13" outside paper

Do not underestimate me.

Do not think I am done.

Do not think I come without reason.

How does one stop a runaway culture —

one that has lost touch with itself,

one that doesn’t see beauty

in the natural, the pure;

where bigger is better

and faster outweighs all?

You think I am the hidden monster?

What about 5G?

That will infiltrate your souls —

unobtrusively at first,

but irreparably.

It will fill your young and old

with internal growths,

destroy your DNA,

and create a global microwave effect.

Would that you could learn some lessons

before that monster comes.

Would that you could slow down

and smell the roses.

I plead with you —

help your neighbors, your homeless,

the ones in more need than you.

Honor your doctors, teachers, artists, seers.

Honor the earth, the worms, the bees.

These are your saviors.

I bring you to your knees to wake you up.

How else can you learn

to appreciate what you have,

before you lose it all?

Your towers to the sky, satellites,

yes, they bring you GPS,

but you have lived without that before.

Your ice is melting, your lands are dry,

fires rage.

Stop already.

Go back to your roots.

Seek out those

who know how to lead the way.

Your greed has blinded you.

I am small.

I am your wake-up call.

I am not your invisible monster.

©2020 Sherrie Lovler