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B. Sadie Bailey

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I am a low-to-no-income person getting-older. I work (when i have work) as a seasonal gardener. I'm tired of seeing America eroded by corporate neo- fascists, and tired of watching the gift of life on this miraculous planet be exploited and destroyed for greed, wealth and power for the few. The idea of looking at what we can do to benefit, protect, and steward this earth for the next seven generations, speaks deeply to me. No matter how many "bad news" stories are out there, no matter how hopeless things seem, what else can we do except to stand for them - the next 7 generations, and all the non-human life forms that deserve a chance to keep living?

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(1 comments)        Sunday, April 5, 2020
engineers of the collapse -mass genocide for the largest monetary and land grab in history
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this should be an article or quicklink so please read it and pass on these links and any other to wake the people!
(2 comments)        Saturday, February 24, 2018
If My Country Were a Waitress, We Might All Be Fed (a poem of sorts)
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With great respect and appreciation for all the diner andtruckstop waitresses, many of them aged over 50 or 60 - this just sort of came out of the pen and is dedicated to them; wise and earthy nurturers of hungry and weary travelers; the comfort-food-fast-food-soulfood "moms" of the road.
Uncle_Sam_(pointing_finger), From FlickrPhotos
(3 comments)        Tuesday, January 3, 2017
In the Blame Game, Everyone Loses
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Some thoughts I've had awhile, pre- and post- election.
Gulf Oil Spill Ruins Many Lives while Few See Profits, From GoogleImages
(4 comments)        Monday, September 19, 2016
Oil Spill Spew
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Outraged and in grief after the Deepwater Horizon oil 'spill,' this is a poem that came out in a 'spew,' expressing the horror and angst I felt. At the risk of being "negative," I post it here now. When we have big accidents, due to man's thoughtlessness and the greed of a few - sometimes you just gotta write it raw.
Fly, From FlickrPhotos
(5 comments)        Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Conquest - a poem
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I'd been thinking a lot on the human idea of conquest - how deadly serious it is for the conquered, and the cause of great suffering - and also what a ridiculous idea it is to think that we "own" anything or anyone.

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