Poem of the Week, by Ursula K. Le Guin

So many of the things humans kill about are invisible and imaginary and almost arbitrary. The boundaries between nations. Nations themselves. The systems and rules we create and then accept and live by, like capitalism, like patriarchy, like religion, like a country that withholds health care and security and money from its own people because it would rather give its eight hundred billionaires even more power and money, like a president who’s happy to send children who aren’t his to war. It’s all hard for me to wrap my head around. See you at No Kings.

The Next War, by Ursula K. Le Guin

It will take place,
it will take time
it will take life,
and waste them.

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