Sunday, July 5, 2009

Allergic to Wal-Mart


So my mother decided to take me and my sister out grocery shopping. We did the usual health-food store sweep, then decided to go to Wal-Mart, where my sister was determined to find better prices for the things that she needed. Being the social activist, I resolutely decided I wasn’t going to contribute to Wal-Mart’s corporate money feed, so I chose to see exactly what was so “great” about the store.

I believe I have discovered one of the many things wrong with America. Though this should come as no surprise, it is a fascinating discovery. Walking through the grocery department, I decided to find organic produce. This being a super center, it should have everything, right? I found organic spinach, and that was about it. More interesting, however, was that many of their prices on produce were higher than those of the grocery store we had just come from, some of them even 2 or 3 times as much. Along with this was my realization of the fact that this is where most of the American diet originates. Proportionately, the produce department was much smaller than the meat and dairy department, and more interestingly, the processed and boxed foods aisles comprised the majority of the grocery department. Proportionately to this, many of the customers shopping these aisles were heavyset, many of them severely overweight.

On to the clothing aisle. Walking through a Wal-Mart clothing aisle is severely depressing for anyone who has even the slightest fashion sense. Items are on cheap hangers on cheap racks, or folded in mass quantities on shelves. They look as though they came straight off the assembly line to the store; there is no personality. A quick walk through here reveals that the majority of dyes the manufacturers use is riddled with formaldehyde and other synthetic dyes. There is hardly a clothing item over $20.00, and it all looks as though it’s made to fit the plus-size people shopping the grocery aisles.

After being in Wal-Mart for 20 minutes, having had a cold for the past few days, I began to feel my symptoms worsen. My eyes started itching and my sore throat felt worse. As soon as I walked outside, I felt better. I realized that it was most likely the indoor air pollution—the overpowering fry smell from the resident McDonald’s which overpowered the produce department; the formaldehyde from the clothing department, and the overall plastic smell from the entire store. The synthetic air was just too much for me to handle.

If we wish to change America, we must change the way that we consume; we must think of the impact of our choices and work towards more responsibility and environmental stewardship.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Ignorance

There's a revolution
inside of me
that's not afraid
of the wind;
there's a strong beat
inside of me
that challenges
hurricanes;
and I banter
looking for pieces
of clay
among snowdrifts,
trying to build a world
out of earth;
for we dwell
in the mud
of our own ignorance,
constantly reaching
for a vine,
a rope,
a hand
to save ourselves
and suddenly
we realize
this mud,
this clay
is our home,
our skin
and only by setting root
in this deep river of doubt
can we produce from pain
the strength to create
a world of beauty;
only through this
can we live...
with the conviction
to lift out of ignorance
our own beings

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

A call to action

We rise,
dawn illuminating
our chosen path;
we walk
on golden sand,
emerging with
a beautiful spirit
and joyful song;
let our voices serve
as a beacon of hope
for humanity;
let our spirit become
the marrow in your bones,
let us become
the music in your veins
as we resound
with the rhythms of peace
as it flows through our blood,
giving us
freedom from suffering,
allowing happiness
to become
the power
that unites us,
and as we walk
this chosen path
we leave behind
the footprints of obstacles,
advancing
toward the sacred goal
of everlasting peace

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Thursday, July 2, 2009

White walls

There are too many
white walls
left bare in our houses,
and we put up mirrors
to remember
our own faces
set against
the backdrop
of boring white walls,
lifeless
like our bottle of pills,
like dreams
set on fire,
pain easing into us,
a welcome enemy
because we can mask it
with our Tylenol
and cheap addictions...
we can't sleep
with the taste of guilt
or anger
so we burn ourselves,
cauterizing
the flesh of the soulm
burning away
the bear trap
on our minds
that we like to call
ethics
and we let objectivism seep through
like nuclear waste
giving us
a cancer
that rattles our bones,
like a hawk
taking away our bodies;
we say death
is the end
because we're selfish
about time
like a currency
we track between nations,
so put your face
on a coin.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Bodhisattva

We emerge,
children of the sun,
the bright youth
anticipating
each new day;
we make this promise to humanity:
we shall not fail,
for we are stronger
than the warrior,
determined to defeat
whatever darkness
confronts the human spirit,
our hears
shining diamonds
that reflect
the light
of indominable hope;
for we shall not be swayed
by the currents of hatred;
nor shall we drown
in the waves of destruction;
we stand,
our cause
a solid column of stone,
unmoved
by hurricanes,
for if you move the earth,
we will rise from the ground
so as to encounter
our mission,
our passion for life
is the vehicle
that shall end
mankind's suffering.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Human Revolution

We walk,
bearing the golden orb of humanity,
carrying on
with undefeatable strength
to complete a mission more impossible
than any battle...
we are the warriors of peace,
stripped
of our armor,
marching each day
at dawn...
every new sunrise
a day of hope
where happiness will blossom
in the life of one person
who will change the world
with a life
filled with peace

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

evolution

A handful of creation,
we exist,
nimble creatures
set on creating
paper from thought,
emerging
like words out of stone,
we are numb
to a world of criticisms,
we count minutes
and eternity
in another,
concentrating
on our subtle
differences...
the incantations
of our environment,
evolution is this way...
slow and cruel,
torturing us
with anticipation;
we need a break through,
we see a spot on the wall
and call it passion,
finding art
in an industry for youth,
manufacturing our lives
from religion,
torture,
eternity...
thoughts
on a pedestal
for us to admire
as our own
as we search
for the antithesis
of our passions
in every day life;
we groan from the pain
of tireless lovemaking
pent up
in the unrequieted
passions of the flesh,
coming to a halt
as we realize
we are human;
we stand
baffled
by the disappointment
of our shortcomings,
cursing god
and revealing
the truth

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster