“...To generate abundance, secure surplus, bathe in richness became our primary goals Our fellow beings being deemed inferior and the Land too wild to exist on its own...”
“...Containment essential With a promise of purpose A best kept secret Unless one awakes...”
“...But upon my gentle touch The water escapes my grip every time And I realise it’s there that their suffering still lies As cargo stored away As servants to a master who had one day just showed up With yoke, Bible, and branding iron Looking for economic gain...”
“...My spine was longing to stretch while my baby demanded more room That protective shield wiped up and now gone My womb tightened and relaxed to an inaudible drum Surrendered to her strength, I breathed in some more O2 And high on oxytocin, I danced to her tunes...”
