The wise ones are flattened by the road sides

The visionaries are struggling to stand…

The holders of sense and beauty are queueing at the food banks

But still the spark is not yet extinguished

 

Still, tho weary, disheartened and bruised by their brutalities..

We still contain the threads of collective strengths…

 

Even if we are too tired to dream… our dreams still sleep within us.. and, somewhere in our bones we still know, it doesn’t have to be this way… there can still be a better future.. with or without AI!

There is still a flame of love in our bellies and a song of rage in our hearts…

And tho power is held by the corrupt and heartless, we feel the earth beneath our feet and the sun on our skin,

We see their destructive trajectories… & we say NO!