By Caitlin Johnstone:
Welcome to Planet Earth,
where books written by dead people
tell the living how to live.
where books written by dead people
tell the living how to live.
Where children who do not know how to live
teach their children how to live.
teach their children how to live.
Where children pray for miracles
using minds that are made of miracles
with clasped hands that are made of miracles.
using minds that are made of miracles
with clasped hands that are made of miracles.
Where children wander in search of God
upon feet that are made of God
looking with eyes that are made of God.
upon feet that are made of God
looking with eyes that are made of God.
Where giant-brained monsters swim the seas
and we fill their bellies with plastic
while searching the stars for aliens.
and we fill their bellies with plastic
while searching the stars for aliens.
Where poison blackens the air and the water
because we all need jobs to stay alive.
because we all need jobs to stay alive.
Where we can’t stop dropping bombs on children
because it’s somebody’s job to make those bombs.
because it’s somebody’s job to make those bombs.
Where thunderous beauty is overlooked
and paved over with a parking lot
for a shop that helps women feel beautiful.
and paved over with a parking lot
for a shop that helps women feel beautiful.
Welcome to Planet Earth,
full of elephant tears and whale bones,
of metal beasts and flesh machines,
of forest graveyards and bulldozed dreams,
of vagrant witches and shopping cart saints,
of sprouting seeds and unrecognized potential,
of unanswered questions and pregnant suspense.
full of elephant tears and whale bones,
of metal beasts and flesh machines,
of forest graveyards and bulldozed dreams,
of vagrant witches and shopping cart saints,
of sprouting seeds and unrecognized potential,
of unanswered questions and pregnant suspense.
Welcome to Planet Earth,
where we haven’t quite yet figured out
that we are home.
where we haven’t quite yet figured out
that we are home.
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