This land was not discovered,
it was TAKEN –
and in the taking of land
there was taking of lives, of women’s bodies
blood
was taken
to drink in the name of Christopher,
for who we
so ignorantly rejoice
and give favor
for murder, rape, and theft.
A hol(y)-day
of all things
we give to him.
A hol(y)-day
to do nothing,
to rest from labor and disturbance.
A day rooted
in the most evil disturbance
imaginable.
This SOIL. This LAND.
Is. Not. Ours.
And it’s not ours to claim to occupy –
or RE-Occupy.
Rip up these streets
The word Occupy is being used to
“instigate”
“agitate”
“educate”
but these roads were in need of cleansing
long before a “movement” of the 99%
We
of all people
who live on stolen ground
should know better than to cry
OCCUPY!
in the name of justice
Rip up these streets
OccupyNothing
OR
Occupy your mind
– listen –
to the lives
of the preyed and eaten,
not the lion’s tale –
the victor’s tale.
OccupyNothing
because it’ll take more than occupation
to transform a culture
a society
a nation
a life
Rip up these streets
and remake these pathways
with grass more livable
than concrete
with a plan more sustainable
than agitation
Rip up the streets in our hearts
that seek to fight the powers
because we want more
power for ourselves
MORE
MORE
MORE
Rip up the streets in our minds
which seek “fair and just”
for many
but ignore
those even more marginalized
and push them further out
to the isles of oppression
There is something more true than
Occupy
Rip up these streets
and DeColonize.
Your Self.
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