once we were villages
We are no longer countries, no longer villages, no longer tribes.
All of our fates, are running into one.
We are disfigured by a pandemic that has lasted a millennia – of believing ourselves entitled to desecrate our only home, of insulting our common human soul.
We are one village now.
All of our futures hang together on a few fine threads.
We are all this desert woman, apprehending unspeakable dangers ahead.
But we have wisdoms. We have strengths.
We have the fearsome weapon of love.
Our raw humanity.
Deep in the heart of what unites us, lies what can save us all.
It is there we must go.
By editor 17 March 2022
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