How can we walk…when we are shackled in chains?
We can barely move, barely breathe.
This false connection…this web we’ve spun.
All this, to get tangled in our own trap.
Only the Earth can teach us, reach us…
Heal us and fulfill us.
Though it bleeds…it remembers us, its children
In its dying moments.
It calls us to return.
Not to a god who will enslave us in chains,
But to our brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers…
And to our ancestors who before us have lain.
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