Wings

How did we get here

to the point where no one cares

what their taxes buy?

The hawks can’t fly without us,

we choose to provide their wings.

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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