Promise That There is Still Hope by diddles25, literature
Literature
Promise That There is Still Hope
My anguished wail reminds me of the banshees,
Promise that there is still hope.
Each certainty disappears, frighteningly precarious,
Promise that there is still hope.
I’ll kill myself before I see slow, anguished death on us,
Promise that there is still hope.
Save them, the flora and fauna in peril,
Promise that there is still hope.
Stope the reckless poisonous dumping of greedy humans,
Promise that there is still hope.
Save all from this rising of the sea,
Promise that there is still hope.
Save Life, her stability and balance,
Promise that there is still hope.
Save all from this annihilation over our heads,
Promise that there is still
Loowit, Mt St Helens, Cascadian Helen of Troy by diddles25, literature
Literature
Loowit, Mt St Helens, Cascadian Helen of Troy
In the age before Europeans invaded the lands
Of the Puyallup, Klickitat, Cowlitz, and Yakama Nations,
The Mountains now known as Mount Hood,
Mount Adams, and Mount St. Helens
Were the actors in an unfortunate love-triangle;
The Klickitat tell the tale of
Two young chieftains who are brothers at war with each other,
Of Tyhee Saghalie, the Chief of the Gods
Of the Klickitat Nation, and a young woman
Who tended the fire for both nations
But who could not choose between the brothers.
And the tale begins at what is now called “The Dalles”…
A long time past, in a younger world, life is good and people are happy.
The Great Spiri
I have a question: Why are men so vile and gross? A good man, is a dead or enslaved man. Plus, penises are so gross. They look so worm like and slimy. How can women stand that?