Democracy
May Day, May Day
We work so hard for our daily bread
perhaps a little to get ahead
Yet so many of us end up maimed or dead
Just doing what the bosses said.
Some work for water and salt, maybe a bowl of wheat
Others profit to exalt, their riches and conceit.
Slaying animals and trees and oceans for shares,
Instead of sharing the future with all of our heirs.
How could so many lives be foreclosed,
Banks vacuuming our dollars while we get hosed?
Families tossed like rags into the streets,
While immigrants and the poor get fleeced and policed.
Profit and pain are brothers bound in blood
Capitalism’s nature exploits muscle and mud.
On May Day, like all days, thousands of workers will die—
It is for them, and their children, that we Occupy.
Copyright Christopher D. Cook, San Francisco, April 30, 2012
(Source: occupiedmedia.us)
Artwork about the 655,000 civilians killed by the imperialist invasion of Iraq
honestlyabroad
(Source: reasonstorevolt)
Keshav Sthapit, you might wanna do this!
via vidrohi
Honey Hunters of Nepal, by Eric Valli.
“High in the Himalayan foothills, fearless Gurung men risk thier lives to harvest the massive nests of the world’s largest honeybee.”
Bamboo Cycle
You say you love rain, but you use umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind but when it comes you close your window. So, that’s why I am scared when you say you love me”
-Bob Marley-
After the pothole situation got out of control in Oxford, artist and cyclist Pete Dungey came up with an interesting solution: Turn the holes into flowerpots.
10 clever urban gardens
Simple, Innovative, Low cost Sprinkler Irrigation System
Old bike helmets = new planters
(via Ask Umbra: What should I do with my old bike helmet? | Grist. Photo source here.)
(via unconsumption)
