Blessed Be the Liars

Never curse the darkness, it’s the vessel of the light.

Look deeply into what is wrong, it reflects back what is right.

Embrace the man who’s ignorant, his folly makes us wise.

Thank the man who knocks us down. How else would we arise?

Bless all those angry white men who are losing their control,

making plain how power can contaminate the soul.

Bless the ones who blame us, who terrify and shame us,

who point us out and name us, because they make us face our fear.

Bless the lords of chaos, who baffle and dismay us

in their efforts to betray us, because they call us to be clear.

And blessed be the liars and the reality deniers

and the rule of law defiers because they lead us to the truth.

Resist, persist and coexist. Stand up, reach out and rise above.

Bless the power of hatred, for it reminds us we are love.

Bless he who needs an enemy to justify his rule,

teaching us the danger is in following a fool.

Bless the true believers whose God is keeping score,

warning us religion can lead the world to war.

And blessed be the greedy, who ravage lives and lands,

proving there is plenty — just in too few hands.

Blessed be the accusers, the bullies and abusers,

the exploiters and the users; they reveal what must be done.

Bless all of the dividers, the destroyers and deriders,

who label us outsiders; they unite us so we’re one.

And blessed be the liars, and the reality deniers,

and the rule of law defiers, because they lead us to the truth.

Resist, persist and coexist. Stand up, reach out and rise above.

Bless the power of hatred, for it reminds us we are love.

And bless us, too, the seekers, with our fears and all our flaws,

who find in one another a flame of common cause.

Bless us all with courage so that no one stands alone.

And where ever there’s injustice, let us feel it as our own.

Bless every single one of us on this mad, confounding star,

where by knowing who we’re not, we will discover who we are.

Resist, persist and coexist.

Stand up, reach out and rise above.

Bless the power of hatred,

for it reminds us we are love.

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