Hatred. Poverty. Discrimination.
A storm that’s tearing down your house and rocking the foundation.
“This too shall pass.”
I hate to know it, but life is more than an aphorism.
One thousand years ago they didn’t know that the ship would land here.
That Great Red Spot won’t stop
And the red clouds make it quite clear.
Across the surface we see it prove relentless.
You can’t wait out the storm. Silence is not progress.
So if you love your babies, give them the right gear
To brave the climate
Because if one storm passes, the next is just behind it.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Hatred. Poverty. Discrimination.
A storm that’s tearing down your house and rocking the foundation.
“This too shall pass.”
I hate to know it, but life is more than an aphorism.
One thousand years ago they didn’t know that the ship would land here.
That Great Red Spot won’t stop
And the red clouds make it quite clear.
Across the surface we see it prove relentless.
You can’t wait out the storm. Silence is not progress.
So if you love your babies, give them the right gear
To brave the climate
Because if one storm passes, the next is just behind it.
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