“Every disease returns to the host, and a people must face their own deeds. Inwardly the nurturer is consumed by its own ills.”
Perishing milk and honey..
In this land want has given us the inability to recognize need amongst one another.
In this land of industry and profit poor has clothed itself in cheap labored cloth. We have made rich the oppressor and impoverished the oppressed, bounded with chains of debt.
In this land of fatted flesh and bones hunger no longer recognizes the hungry,
the appetite has grown thin and can no longer feel the injustices committed upon the soul of the mistreated.
In this land sight has been taken away and given to the blind.
In this land hearing has been taken away and given to the deaf.
In this land faith has been taken away so the masses can serve a religion.
In this land knowledge has been taken from the college educated and given to the college-less uneducated common worker.
In this land hope has been taken and manufactured into a bargained brand.
In this land a dream has been replaced with images and delusions.
In this land peace has left and war triumphs.
In this land we once stood,
poor with poor no matter the colors, unity has been taken away and given to injustice.
In this land we have turned our faces away from the slave and honored the persecutor but none saw,
none cared, many don’t care until the injustice comes for them, knocks upon their door and stains their posts, we wonder why our cries fall upon deaf ears?
In this land we feast from the plate of illnesses
and have become the diseased, in this land perishing of milk and honey.
-beth tremaglio march 7th 2018