One Big Beautiful BS - that the sludge of the past could ever be forever burned without consequence Whose bones are they breaking today drilling out the marrow of our good earth emptying out communities to collapse in upon themselves? perhaps they expect neighbors will be eating neighbors the very next day all these hoarders so eager to end good governance by the people, for the people boys in masks waving guns playing out their dystopian fantasies for the terminally online what do they know of the work it takes to coax seed to leaf and pregnancy to fruit? that's what they're reinventing slavery for I remain committed to fair, free, and efficient maintenance of civic utilities the gospel of wealth was always corruption's creed might is not right, yes, and money is not itself morality I still have to brace myself going where violence may come equipped with a clipboard, book and forms to uphold the law knowing the conversational shifts to disarm intent hoping some rituals still hold their weight performing belief to make it surety I choose this place, this part, these people to serve unbreaking my neighbors deserve their say Elsewhere the east wing of the people's house is destroyed; history made trash upon the earth another tantrum to distract from manufactured scarcities we may yet need to eat our seedcrops but let's still dream something to grow towards next year our republic free of fossil fumes with food for all harvesting our power from the sun, the wind, the tides, the heat of earth many small abundances building to better shared truths --- This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
