Source: Caitlin Johnstone, Rogue Journalist
by Caitlin Johnstone
“While the air over LA fills with smoke and teargas and Reaper drones / While Israelis hand each other trophies for not murdering Greta Thunberg / While Palantir stocks soar and insect populations plummet / While the news man writes headlines with increasingly creative phrasing / While people with nothing to lose sharpen guillotine blades / While the bank boys ask why the robot armies aren’t ready yet / While keffiyeh-clad heroes march to Gaza / While secret saints work secret miracles in the margins / While a sleeping giant stirs within our depths / While the flames dance in Buddha’s eyes / While my peacock feather heart opens like a fuchsia bud / While the tears roll down my cheeks for the dead and the dying / While the firelight dances on my walls and the rebels dance in the fire / I open my strange palms to our strange future and welcome it / Come what may.” (06/10/25)
https://caitlinjohnstone.com.au/2025/06/10/while-the-waymos-burn/