Rock! Paper! Scissors!
Tools for anarchist + Christian thought and action
Vol 2. No. 1
Art Against Empire
Art Against Empire
Guest editor: Ewuare X. Osayande
8/25/2019 0 Comments Rain Knows No BordersBy: Julia Baker When threats in the barrio pounded her mother-heart-- she knelt on thinning survival and prayed for flight. She saw alas, feathers against brilliant blue to carry her hija on wing lifting them both above la tierra where gunshots pour through a gaping wound. They flew toward Liberty’s light, trusting the Mother of Exiles to welcome them. “Give me your poor, hungry, tired, huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” Now everything is bone-dry, blazing borderland, searchlights in the night blinding shared humanity. Her baby’s feet stand alone on unknown soil bright pink sweater big brown eyes, face full of every adored child’s wail. ¡Mamá! translates in every language. Drenched in tears and amor, she never imagined her daughter as the caged bird. Through bars of red, white and blue she looks up at the same bright sky, praying we awake to rain healing all soil.
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