We run with a knife .. at first slowly then pick up speed .. they practice violence slowly .. we will not be forgotten silently .. they follow us with their eyes .. with greasy thumbs pin on us preconceived ideas .. only now that we are in possession of the goods .. our bodies cannot be touched ********* only now that we’ve become gunmetal .. we’ve become weapon
.. depart from a simple idea .. tether to a disappearing territory .. on the border of extinction these pieces of a nation are broken off easily .. made to be thrown around .. dejected or enjoyed in the .. company .. of others .. made to be adored .. broken.. embody an idea that cannot be physically destroyed ..
.. I bear witness to the disappearance of land, P******** leaves behind it a trail of facts, figure s, d o n a t i o n w e b s i t e s , p h o t o s , v i d e o s , s p e e c h e s , r a l l i e s , s t o r i e s , n e w s a r t I c l e s , p a n e l s , b o o k l I s t s , d o n a t I o n w e b s I t e s , b o y c o t s , b o m b i n g s