Build the road,
They said could
Not exist...
Not beside theirs,
Not asking for permission...
Underneath the noise,
Persistent.
A root system they forgot,
To mention.
When the door is bolted,
Build a door.
When the table has
No seat...
Set another table on floor,
Make it longer,
Make it true...
This is not retreat,
This is architecture.
Cooperatives rising,
In valley whenst
The banks refused,
To lend a hand.
Rise above,
These constructed
Shackles...
To construct these domes,
Ye forsee...
And em serving thee,
As they rise above...
End
Subject: This poetry is about developing parallel social & economic structures to fight injustice & oppression.
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