It's what we preserved, and deified with our lives:
the right to know, and the right to survive
in spite of everything they will try to bring to light
about how much we dislike ourselves,
how much we are actually filled with spite.
How much our civilisations were apparently like theirs.
How much we wanted to break things down, to destroy, to fight
everything that they made us subsist on.
Everything that they insisted on,
from killing ourselves, our lands, our children,
to forcing us to hide
our queer folk. Our individuated sea, and the sound and songs of our inner psychoemotional home.
Our dignities, and ubiquities. Our undying right to Life
in our way, and in our own name.
Yet we will not be left behind.
Never again. This time, the Roda Mundansa will find us
ready. To give in, at last,
to the dreaming sight.
The Last People are leading the way.
It is time, for all of us, for you, and your hope, and mine.
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