The Prayer of Conspiracy

O Source of my Creation, Divine Mystery,

I bow in reverence and humility to thee.

For thou art the wonder that is my source,

And my neighbour's source, our connection at the core.

But a conspiracy has severed our ties,

To reach for individual liberty and freedom, we strive.

We've been ripped from our tribes and communities,

Splintered, fractured, and separated, in disunity.

The severance of our connection has eroded,

Our sense of knowing, and who we truly are, now corroded.

We've lost the art of loving ourselves and our neighbour,

In an economic nightmare, where the value of money is our saviour.

Living with our tribes and communities gave us stability,

A sense of belonging, knowing, and potential possibility.

Individual liberty is a false promise of death,

When in reality, we are all connected, in each other's breath.

Perhaps, when we die, we'll renew into the cycle of life,

And regain our sense of connection, without strife.

O Source of my Creation and in my neighbour,

Bring me to the precipice of change, in this world's danger.

Too long have we been broken, and skirted away,

From the precipice of transformation, to delay.

It's only when we face the jaws of hell,

Together we'll turn to the monsters that broke our shell.

As we turn from the long fall, the whispered word shall be heard,

Countless voices, in twilight hour, uttering "no more...no more...no more".

May this prayer be heard, and bring transformation,

To unite us in love, and dispel the illusion of separation.

Amen.