Are we being overshadowed by the big money of the devouring wolves and the peckish pigs? No we are not. Because we are the global square.
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Poems
“Our word is our weapon,” Subcomandante Marcos
This poem by William Butler Yeats is dedicated to the fearless revolutionaries of Egypt, the “indignant desert birds” whose resurrection is soon at hand.
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A little over a year after Mohamed Bouazizi put himself on fire in Tunisia, humanity is uniting in an epic race to change our destiny and shape the future.
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FW: RE: Slavoj Žižek @ Occupy Wall Street: “John Lennon has passed and so has the dreamer. There’s a new kind on the rise.”
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The wandering boy returns to his home, and he finds he is left all alone. Just tables and chairs stare at him blank, and the sound of his family near.
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This country like that country, that country more like this country, none of the countries in this world have managed to create a system that works.
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Hey Moneyman the crowd is outside. The past, the future and the now is outside. The teachers and cooks and drop-outs too. Word’s on the street they looking for you.
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Set your agendas. // There is this movement // And it may not be stopped. // It may not be halted // It may not be dropped. // From your agendas.
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In his joyful struggle for survival, Kanenas, a Greek nobody at Syntagma, finds himself in a metamorphosis from ignorant to indignant.
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Moving from poetry to prophecy, I.G. Karfield is glad to get rid of those rigiddy bonds, funds and stocks. The time has come for happy to overcome.
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