Dear World, P.P.S.

I'm sorry. I was being justifiably angry

I've been thinking of tulips and a documentary called One.

I don't really hate you.
(Mostly because I will not accomplish anything with hatred.
There is greater strength and power in joy than in anger.)

I find you detestable and your methods destructive and senseless.

But I keep seeing the World you could've been,
and the World you can still be.
You can be beautiful.
Even now, you are. Admit it, but take care for your broken places. Show some decency.

What do you want to be when you grow up?
You have a responsibility to work on that.

Please grow up, World, so we have somewhere to live with each other.
You will probably laugh at me, but sometimes my dream for humanity
is for us to be like puppies in the Garden of Eden.

Be a World where we can play outside in the sun without being burned.

Tears on the Front Lawn

On Sunday, SDS (Students for a Democratic Society) started planting red and white flags on the front lawn to symbolize the extent of the loss of life in the Iraq War. White for Iraqi deaths, red for Americans.

Classes this week are delaying the progress, but as of today, the white (and speckled red)mass of fluttering death (as one student referred to it) is still spreading like a long-armed cancer across the front lawn.
And there are still bundles of white flags yet to go.

Here is a story: Tears on the Front Lawn from one of the students who was planting flags.
And pictures from Sunday.