Seed Savers

I think often of what this part of the world must have looked like before our white ancestors came here and we can see from historic records that it was abundant in culture and nature. It was peaceful. There were struggles and wars but not on the scale we brought and sadly the kind of life that would have sustained the land was not understood or acceptable to the minds of those first foreigners.

It was a long time ago and yet today we are not removed from those days or the abuses that followed. Even today if we turn a blind eye to suffering or inequality among any one of us no matter skin color, creed, religion, sexual preference, or race we have all agreed to injustice and the perpetuation of the very mindset that enslaved us all.

There are those that seek to enslave in other parts of the world people in the same way now as was perpetuated in Canada in the past. We must open our eyes and see this is always done for greed and it is never portrayed in the media that way because we would jot support it. We must find out the truth and that takes some digging. No nightly news will show you the whole story. Always the people in the area will give a different picture. So please open your eyes and help change the world for the better.

Where we go one, we go all. We are all people. We are all equal in the eyes of the creator. None of us are free if even one is in chains. Those chains are in our minds and sometimes physical and may we all seek to realize that truth for the good of all.

This poem speaks of how I feel about anyone person or group that would move against another or a Nation in the name of supposed progress. May you enjoy it as I did.

To all those who work with seed and endeavor to be self sufficient, just and peace loving.

The Seed Keepers
by Palestinian poet Fawaz Turki

( b.1940)
Burn our land
burn our dream
pour acid onto our songs
cover with sawdust
the blood of our massacred people
muffle with your technology
the screams of all that is free,
wild and indigenous.
Destroy,
destroy
our grass and soil
raze to the ground
every farm and every village
our ancestors had built,
every tree, every home
every book, every law
and all the equity and harmony.
Flatten with your bombs
every valley; erase with your edits
our past,
our literature; our metaphor.
Denude the forests
and the earth
till no insect,
no bird
no word
can find a place to hide.
Do that and more.
I do not fear your tyranny
I do not despair ever
for I guard one seed
a little live seed
and I shall safeguard
and plant again.