We must be the trouble we wish to see in the world.

They have carved up the whole world;
if you’re lucky they’ll offer you a piece of it back, at a price&mdash
they call that freedom.

But it is still possible to be free
in thoroughfares reserved for soulless traffic,
in locked buildings slated for demolition,
in the ruins of forests bulldozed to make way for warehouses,
in cities in which everything is for sale,
even under the martial law of soldiers who shoot to kill&mdash
provided that you march,
that you trespass and occupy,
that you plant new gardens and defend them,
that you give and share without measuring:
that you resist.

&mdash Rolling Thunder #4, Spring 2007.