seasons don't turn for kings

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As we stand on the threshold of a collective reckoning—where dehumanization is becoming normalized under unstable and corrupt systems—this poem calls attention to a deeper truth. The forces of capitalism, white supremacy, and colonialism are collapsing under their own weight, even as they desperately try to make one final grasp for power.

In contrast, nature moves forward, steady and indifferent. Trees, rivers, and seasons don’t bend to the will of men who crave control. The natural world embodies a quiet power that can’t be colonized or conquered, and serves as a reminder that while oppressive systems crumble, life continues, rooted in rhythms beyond human arrogance.

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pull my
heart
from my chest, and
line it up beside the ones
they
ripped
from bodies
they
deemed unworthy of breath.

tell me—can you see the difference?

does cruelty leave a mark?
does joy in another's
suffering
reshape flesh?
or do they all look the same,
silent
in their stillness?

what false god whispered to them
that conquest was their birthright?
that borders were more sacred than lives?
that time would not smooth the edges of
the names they carved into stone?

that the land they
pillaged
would never reclaim them—
as if the earth would not one day
swallow them whole.

ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

they still don't understand the order of things.

the tree
does not bow
to them.

the river
does not slow
its rush.

the wind
does not wait
for their permission.

the sky
does not hold
its breath
for men who mistake
power for permanence.

the world will keep
breathing, keep
turning
long after they are nothing but dust,
the only trace left behind
the silence
where their names
used to be.

spring unfolds in quiet defiance,
greening her branches without a glance.
blooming wide, unapologetic—
she was never theirs to conquer.

and
seasons don't turn for kings.