If yours is an exclusive clique, which denigrates the poor or weak, You've named it wrong
I don’t think I’d make a good God
Did you ever have, like me, a very favourite old oak tree?That sheltered you, when you were young – strong branches climbed or, from ropes, swung?Where creatures lived, lichens as well, and then, one windy dayit fell. Expecting loss,an empty space,one day, I visit that same placeI stand,amazed. Had I knownhow wondrous large those roots [...]
The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes
Don’t listen to their whispers, that tempt you to stop trying. If we don’t fight for justice, our kids will do the dying.