🪁 this year I do not ask for much
Dreaming of a future where weapons heal, hate speaks only love, and kites soar with laughter over rebuilt homes
Poem, by Steve Pottinger
@bigstevepoet.bsky.social
Dreaming of a future where weapons heal, hate speaks only love, and kites soar with laughter over rebuilt homes
Poem, by Steve Pottinger
@bigstevepoet.bsky.social
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While we all keep listening to the words, while not noting what they do, we will continue the descent into oblivion.
It isn't likely to happen, at least this year, but it really shouldn't be too much to ask for, should it?
"It could happen"
"First they came"