A poem about the rabid wolves running the world and how their time will come to an end.
After moving back to Hawai'i, Kalani Garcia began a journey to reject what colonization has passed down to her, and started a movement called Native Diaspora.
A poem I wrote in 2010 when I was 16 years old, that sums up my view on the world and capitalism at that time, without knowing what to call it exactly.
Barely a week into 2025, and the chickens have loudly come home to roost. The interconnections between everything happening are all but screaming in our faces right now.
Free market capitalism certainly has its benefits, but there are some short comings and potential abuse as well...