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Fractured from fracking
Let’s talk Kumbaya
‘Twas the whip that spoke
The beasts are very wise,
Their mouths are clean of lies,
They talk one to the other,
Bullock to bullock’s brother
Resting after their labours,
Each in stall with his neighbours.
But man with goad and whip,
Breaks up their fellowship,
Shouts in their silky ears
Filling their soul with fears.
When he has ploughed the land,
He says: “They understand.”
But the beasts in stall together,
Freed from the yoke and tether,
Say as the torn flanks smoke:
“Nay, ’twas the whip that spoke.”
–Rudyad Kipling
Wild and Free
Sufi
Question why
Seeing through the haze
Helping hand
All are Brothers
Your Eyes
Come to me wherever you are
Whatever you have become
And return colour to my cheeks
And meaning to my being
Return and take me into your eyes
Take an olive branch
Take a verse of my tragedy
A toy
Take a stone from our house
So that our descendants
Will remember their way home.
– Palestinian Poet, Mahmoud Darwish
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