The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a wilderness. —Havelock Ellis Hi, all, and happy Thursday. With so much distressing news recently, it was truly thrilling to hear of a huge victory here in Los Angeles: our City Council voted unanimously yesterday to phase out oil and gas drilling in L.A. It’s an incredible environmental win, and will have huge and positive ramifications for the health of millions of people.
Before finishing eading your story about Stand LA, I wrote this poem.
If Stand LA wants it, it is theirs. It’s a gift.
They Don’t Care
They don’t care
The lungs breath free
The smiles are without fear
Without doubt
They don’t care
Streams run clear on the skin
Fingers dip in for a taste
Clear, cold and sweet
They don’t care
Bodies immerse
Without crust from the mines
From the filth of farms
They don’t care
Eyes see without pain
The moon without a black ring
The tree leaves without death
They don’t care
The mind and heart are saved
The blood runs happy
Life has helping hands