THERE IS NO SOLUTION

Land and income
It's divisive I know, but See that it's hopeless?
You can drone bomb me, annihilate me,
wipe me from the face of the earth, I praise nor protest.
Not even the dead are safe.

ethics are violent
by Gondwana Boom
I have wanted to know another world.
a world without “land reform”
& “income division”
the capital growth of Europe — the weapons marked “USA.
I have wanted Virgil to guide
me, as an artist,
upwards.
Instead he can only take me down below Europe.
below the “USA”.
into the sub-American continent
whose blood flows as the carriance of governance.
The police only come to murder & steal.
I have only ever known forgotten.
and only ever witnessed power as a mask, shield, and baton.
I sell cocaine to fund my school
Our judges are bullets
And “wrong” has never been uttered
in a place which has never known “rights”.
and the solution is....
the word is dying.
and the solution is...
to love your mother.

"One day, so to, will the conquistador arrive on the shores of Europe and the “USA” and YOU will finally feel the ethics of violence."

Call me Gondwana.
Call me Boom as a tree grows sideways.
Call me Bang Crash Boom. It's what I do.
What do you do?
How do you do what you do?
You ask where my heart beats.
My heart does not beat in Europe or the USA.
My heart does not beat in the USA or Europe.
Where does my heart beat?
My landing sites are re-forming even as I come-in as dividual.
What to call me?
There is no solution really.
You can call me an artist.
Though there is no solution in calling me an artist.