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Harriet Tubman On The Hilltops Of Heaven

 

Prayed as she tossed stones down

Into the valley of remembrance.

And each she offered with a prayer,

A word of blessing to each name

Written one by one on each stone.

 

To those both named and unnamed,

The mild and the strong,

The wretched and the saints.

To each life ripped away by hatred

Those who empowered

Those who oppressed

Everyone who hid behind walls

Those who stood to be counted

Those who were beaten down.

Those who saw their own death

Written in front of their eyes

On burning crosses

Spread across Mother Earths bosom.

Who saw their children’s souls ascend and

Cried the tears of Virgin Mary.

Those who at the moment of death

Saw their own fate reflected

In the futures of their children.

Those whose lives were filled with fear,

Those who heard unforgotten words of hate

In their dead ears for centuries.

Those who touched the sky,

Those who could barely crawl,

Those killed because they ran,

Those hung from trees,

Those dragged into the earth,

Those whose wounds bled for generations.

Those who believed blindly,

Those who suffered the lies in silence,

And those who knew a lie for a lie

And died trying to teach.

 

When she ran out of stones

Her cry was heard throughout the universe

For there were so many more names than stones

 

 

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Well all,

I work nights at a local hotel and tonight I was talking to a colleague about how our schedule affects us on our time off. By swedish law, we work 7 nights in a row from 22:00 until 07:00, then we are free 7 nights in a row. It’s not too bad a gig, to be honest. The schedule doesn’t change from week to week as the day workers schedule can and we can have a life outside of work at least on our weeks off. Planning things is easy, we only need to remember which week we work or which week we’re off. Keeping in mind that when we work, we’re probably sleeping almost all day and don’t have the required amount of energy for most social encounters.  There is little place for insomnia, that is probably the most dreaded event, long sleepless days or the weeks when our bodies can’t make the adjustment back to normal time.

So with that in mind, I find myself getting increasingly frustrated at one issue regarding the above. That is that I see the events in the world and events in my own little space of it and want to share it, to write about it, to holler from the peaks to sound my barbaric yawp across the rooftops of the world. but my own human physicality prevents it. I can feel ideas and unfinished work rattling around in my brain but when do i get the chance to capture them before they fly away like so many unstarted revolutions? I am a freedom fighter, is my epitaph to be ” the tired one”? What if we stared a revolution and everyone was asleep?  Oh,, wait, i think that’s happened, never mind.

In a nutshell, when did my brain go from this.  images

 

 

to this???   bartbrain

Oh woe is me, oh woe indeed, woe the size of Mt Everest.

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