that we cannot fill them with our eggs?
Are all our chickens coming home to roost
among the snake-filled nests?
Do we have an intrinsic worth?
Are we free to keep our heads?
Or are we nothing more than feathers
to fill a suffocating bed?
when our present is so caged?
Can you take the shit they give us
or have you found your rage?
We can tear down those cages
And we can find our worthAnd together build a future
The like we've never seen
Or we can crawl back in our cage
And dream of what might have been
Have a great week everybody. Here's hoping we can all rise to the challenges life is throwing us.
“We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin