Today has been a rollercoaster, but I didn't think I would be feeling like this tonight. Instead, I am feeling ashamed, guilty and fearful.
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This Saturday, climate protesters gathered on the streets of London to launch Extinction Rebellion's 2020 climate strategy. Along with various other activist and faith groups, grandparents joined students, doctors and farmers for the right to peaceful protest.
I watch the planet burn from my couch and dream of summer lakes Now dried up while my tear ducts act up I long for the vastness of mountains once white The waking to birds chirping and fighting on the roof Now I cry fifty shades of concrete and walls burning my cheeks on... Continue Reading →
The public reaction I woke up to today was similar to the one on 24th June 2016, the morning after the Brexit referendum. Labour has lost big, while the Conservative party painted the country blue. In London, still gripped tightly in red, people seem defeated.
On Saturday November 30th, a UK wide flyposting movement to 12 Days of Crisis started ahead of the elections on December 12th to bring awareness to the climate & ecological emergency we are facing. Armed with self-made wheat paste and their local groups, earth's rebels took to the street to change the national conversation to... Continue Reading →
Impatience is the price of youth and the interest rates run high and the internet runs wild In patience do we find the truth.In wastage do we find the lootbut guilt is raining from the skybut your kilt is brushing up my thighImpatience is the spice of youth.Insane is the new coolhow we go on... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oqb6hgwyGo&t=556s a book review of Solana's SCUM Manifesto, a poetry review of Walt Whitman's I Sing the Body Electric and a general discussion on gender and rebellion.
Brexit is just as messed up, and the world did not go under. Boris Johnson had painted a dystopia in which the public would rise up if another extension was needed. It had to be sorted by today OR...? Whether one is a Remainer or a Brexiteer (because it is impossible at this point to... Continue Reading →
not a bad place to lie down It is strange to see my city in uproar Suits replaced by woolen scarfs conscience marked on my very street Next to banks towers and hands Hills and mountains rise up now Shining my way back to my flat Burning through eyelids somehow Grabbing my bag and raising... Continue Reading →