Layers upon layers
of history and story
pride and pain
unwinding, unfurling
like a flag
of no nation or state
but a flag of one shared humanity
Roots, some shallow, some deep
we plant
and replant
and regrow
and reroot, reestablish
because destruction may be more powerful
but construction is more soul filling
One tear in the ancient fabric
that weaves us together
leaves a scar on us all
but one step towards liberation
creates a seismic shift
that can re-shape worlds
We cannot outrun
what humans have wrought
but we can continue to build
this world from love
and hope that the work
of our hearts
matters just a little bit
in a world gone mad
True freedom means
we all are able to plant seeds
creating new worlds
for our children to walk into
hand in hand
until the very last one of us
is free
