Not Made for Me and You
|Did King Philip's Class Order Five Giant Spiders?|
Taxonomy of Ursus americanus
We have left the wells of wisdom.
We have thirsted long instead.
Let us quench the fires of madness—
be free of greed and dread.
There are places in the forests
where we humans haven't been,
who are caught in nets so tangled
or are spiders spinning webs.
There are places in the mountains
that have kept their beauty still—
where the mists caress the cedars
and the peaks are kissed by dawn.
There are places on the planet
that are not in Mammon's realm,
though he hungers to possess them—
so his serfs can till and reap.
There are places sans an “owner”
that are sacred to the few
who remember that this planet
wasn't made for me and you.
There are humans, in those places,
who are free of Mammon's yoke.
But their songs are near their endings—
as their bondage now is due.
Arise and hear their singing;
relearn the gentler dance.
Let us rid ourselves of Mammon—
be free of him—at last!
The grain he craves is silver—
its value gauged in sweat.
He kills the things of beauty
and steels our hearts to dread.
The beings of this planet
have made this wondrous world.
Together, we can make it
so beauty has a chance.
There's a beauty that's around us;
there's a beauty in the heart.
Let us turn towards that beauty—
let ugliness depart.
How much of woe and sorrow
has Mammon wrought on Earth,
with the “word of God” proclaiming
that this world was made for us?
There's a wisdom that's around us;
there's a wisdom in the heart.
Let us drink again of wisdom—
let greed and fear depart.
2017 January 24th, Tue.
Brooklyn, New York
Note: Two sets, of eight images each, follow below.
|Stream in a tropical forest|
|Morning fog in dense tropical forest|
|Kanchenjuga at dawn, eastern Himalaya|
|Boreal forest, Alberta, Canada.
|Named for Boreas, the Greek god of the north wind, the boreal forest is a critically important breeding ground for North American birds. The Albany River (shown here) divides the partially protected northern boreal from the imperiled south. Photo: Per Breiehagen|
|San Bushman father hugging his children|
|The Bushmen Tribe of Tsumkwe|
|San woman holding her beautiful baby boy|
|Halifax Mill Chimneys|
|Factories, in what was once woods and farmland|
|Horst Faas: Images of Vietnam War|
|A child clings to his bound father who was rounded up as suspected Viet Cong guerilla|
|The Death of an Iraqi soldier, Highway of Death, 1991|
|In the 1991 Gulf War, American pilots bombed a retreating Iraqi convoy. Most US media declined to publish this photo, taken by Ken Jarecke. His quote: “If I don’t photograph this, people like my mom will think war is what they see on TV.”|
|ISIS Hanging & Burning Alive Four Iraqi Men|
|Tibetan mother and child|
|Amerindian mother and child, 1905, Oregon|
|Mother and child, Namibia|