We work,

We write

To create life,

Create worlds

In new contexts,

With new possibilities

On ancient foundations.

Nothing about this work is easy

“Tell no lies, claim no easy victories,” said Cabral.

Yet, “we” also forget,and repress

Those memories.

Yet, “we” concede,and balk

At those possibilities.

Instead, “we” fight…And settle for [a place in] the world as is,

Why do “we” settle for hell?

Negotiate with the devil?

What will “we” tell our children?