When the land becomes alive, may we be gleeful
knowing we have fought with all our might to rescue
the land our ancestors dreamed of and that we have
begun to make amends for. I pray we don't regress.
When the land becomes alive, may we be gleeful
knowing we have fought with all our might to rescue
the land our ancestors dreamed of and that we have
begun to make amends for. I pray we don't regress.
The land is grey, gravid with green, ready to grow.
People look into your eyes perplexed, who are you?
Friend or foe? Do you love all people, or only
smiling varnished mirror images of yourself?
Here, snapping brisk the flag, the river liquid, low
that accepting Maple Leaf now stands tall, diverse.
By Monday night it may mean something sinister.
Sleep has taken to the woods to chant for mercy.
#getlostindetails
To all who remain manifested
Though now bereft of box to check
I still believe in you
And of rainbows
Thank you.
Today, after 1,000 days of Putin's full-scale invasion and war on Ukraine we hear his response to U.S. approval to use missiles in Russia. www.reuters.com/world/europe...
Below is a picture of my digital art (not AI) made soon after the invasion entitled "Today, Tomorrow, Ukraine."