Week 2’s theme begins with repetition.
Repetitions
I am old, grown upon
Massacres in far flung fields
Where napalm and Agent Orange
Rained onto the jungle
I am old, grown upon
Massacres in far flung fields
The rubble and demolition
Of refugee camps in The Lebanon
I am old, grown upon
Mourning the cruelty in calculating
Famine in far flung fields
In Sudan, Eritrea, Darfur …
I am old, grown up to
Know a few things.
Lamentation is to care
To hunger and thirst for justice
I am old, grown enough
To see the waste of fear
The terrible retribution
How anger eats the soul
I am old, grown perishable
I know it in my fragile bones
Weep at the careless men’s perverse
Pleasure in their death machines
I am old. Our love needs
To be greater than our fear
For this is the only legacy
I would wish upon the world
I am old, Earth and I
Together with our anguish
Thrill at crop cycles, wet and dry seasons
The inevitability of creation
I am old, the Earth more ancient still
Stalwart as standing stones
We survivors
Of stupidity, hubris and greed
