It's not quite a phony war, yet not quite the next world war, as the dog lies down,panting, and the wind riffles through the pages of a book of disasters called history ( or is it plural?) And the man i hope will sit at the head of the round table of the global commune has cheered us with another great poem...
Tengo rabia al imperio. Only Landback. Let us listen for the water protectors and the land stewards, their songs are saying plan for seven generations. We are responsible for our part.
Naming things you see, on the street, all around you, is grounding. Because you’re also naming what’s happening, everywhere. There’s our lives and then, there’s life we need to fight for.
It's not quite a phony war, yet not quite the next world war, as the dog lies down,panting, and the wind riffles through the pages of a book of disasters called history ( or is it plural?) And the man i hope will sit at the head of the round table of the global commune has cheered us with another great poem...
Tengo rabia al imperio. Only Landback. Let us listen for the water protectors and the land stewards, their songs are saying plan for seven generations. We are responsible for our part.
Thank you so much
Vijay! Nicely done.
La civilización colapsa en la carnicería y el caos pero la bandera del Arco Dorado sigue ondeando
Beautiful.
Bien hecho
Brilliant!!!!
Naming things you see, on the street, all around you, is grounding. Because you’re also naming what’s happening, everywhere. There’s our lives and then, there’s life we need to fight for.