We Do the Best We Can

In this world that rewards

The cruel the ruthless and the mad

We grow sick fall into chronic pain

Or go mad ourselves

When we get hurt

There is no way to stop working

And the hospitals ask for our papers

We take drugs drink alcohol

Fall asleep in the sun in blurry

Booziness or stay high all day

Trying to remain apart from it

But we are in it and we see

Them pilot private jets

Into the burning horizon

Build tract homes

On the wildflower prairies

To get by you must live

Without consequences

And this we must teach to those

Who do not understand this

Living in their villages

Weaving textiles feeding their animals

Greeting the sun the earth the rain

Please listen that is the dance of fools

We must tell them

Don't you understand this

Charge money for water

And sell guns to enforce this

Let each other die

And be indifferent to this

This is very important

Chop dig demolish burn

And some of you will ascend

A golden ladder

Because you have earned it

(Photo by Victoria Vera)