I Shrug

Sometimes I’m walking
around the farm
and I feel something
touch my arm
and I look back and see
a spiderweb
destroyed by me
and, having destroyed
something so beautiful
something so incredible
having destroyed
so much hard work
so much artwork
so much of what wasn’t mine
to destroy
I shrug
I’m an American.

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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