I don't know how to save the world.
I don't have the answers or the answer.
I hold no secret knowledge as to how
to fix the mistakes of generations past
and present. I only know that without
compassion and respect for all of earth's
inhabitants, none of us will survive, nor
will we deserve to. ~Leonard Peltier
Me thinks Leonard Peltier has the right
of it. I don't know how to save the world
either. I don't even know how to save my
world. I don't even know how to save me.
But, I want to make a stab at it. I know
there are no answers . . . but perhaps if
each were to work on saving ourselves,
the world would be a better place.
This wretched plague in which we find
ourselves much involved, has shown us
the right of it. It's revealed who we miss
most, what foods we run out of first,
what mail we wish we would receive,
who we wish would call. I actually feel
stymied. Action lies dormant, my body
is in stasis. And in contrary mode, my
thoughts run amuck.
I keep thinking, when all of this is over,
I'm going to exercise, eat better, write
more. And now I ask, "What's wrong
with right now?" Alas, it seems I need
an ending in order to have a beginning!
Me thinks I need to get out of my head
and into my body!
wake up old woman
you are alive are you not
so what the hell gives
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