Refuge for the Birds

What if...

River of sorrow
Saturated with salt
Eating away the feet of trees
How come tears keep falling?
The pen is dry. Fingers are stiff
Thoughts battle in my head as I try to grab on to a single line…
I feel like Leeloo in The Fifth Element when she saw the cruelty of human history.

«Keyword» WAR

If only cruelty remained in history. But we have learnt nothing. History is the present, magnified. Ongoing… and only getting worse. The most dystopian science fiction is nothing compared to today… to what tomorrow will bring— if we do nothing.

“What’s the use of saving life when you see what you do with it.”
“…but there are nice things worth saving…”
”Like….”
[The Fifth Element]

The birds

They continue to sing this spring… though not in Gaza. All the birds have deserted that god forsaken place. The ones in Jenin and Nablus are making to leave… the ones in Hebron will follow. It’s not just there. Yemen, Sudan, Congo, Ukraine… where will the birds find refuge?

“Deep in the Amazon, where once air hummed with bird songs… there is now only the growl of bulldozers…” In Brazil, “tens of thousands of acres of protected Amazon rainforest are being cleared to build a four-lane highway for COP30, the global climate summit” [source]

Do birds still sing outside your window? Eventually, they will be driven out too. If not by bombs, then by drones that deliver packages to your door. By EMF, pesticides and smart cars. With no birds left, who will sing the sun into rising and setting each day?
Welcome darkness.

The Greater the Obstacle, the Greater the Potential Light.
[Kabbalah principle]

I repeat it like a mantra… like a delusional homeless hag trying to start a fire with nothing but the bones of dead children.

From the Volkskrant newspaer (NL) “The Riviera of the Middle East.” A plan denounced by the people of the world, yet being implemented as we speak.

It’s not just about Palestine and Israel or Big Brother the USA… not just about man waging war on man, woman and child… waging war on animals and trees…. waging war on sky and sea. It’s a war on all that is Life. We are all ammunition to the Imperialist war machine.

So what do we do to counter it? Raise an army, enlist our children, carry arms?

What if…

What if we simply stopped playing into the game? What if we stopped believing that we are enemies. What if we remembered our shared humanity. What if we joined together to restore Mother Earth instead of poisoning her, gutting her out and looting her resources. What if we stopped buying shit we don’t need. What if we conserved energy instead of devising more energy-guzzling machines. What if we reclaimed our natural intelligence instead of AI. What if we freed ourselves from the Capitalistic chains. Till when will we die as slaves. We are born free.

The little girl saw her first troop parade and asked,
'What are those?'
'Soldiers.'
'What are soldiers?'
'They are for war. They fight and each tries to kill as many of the other side as he can.'
The girl held still and studied.
'Do you know . . . I know something?'
'Yes, what is it you know?'
'Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.'
[Carl Sandburg, Excerpt “From The People, Yes”]

“Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.”

I will repeat it as a mantra… as a child holds on to the dream of peace… of refugees returning to their homes… of birds returning to sing above the skies of Gaza and between the Amazonian trees.

“We’re saving some beautiful things…”
"Like love?”
"Yes… Love..”
[The Fifth Element]