a fable for tommorrow
... not active like our for ancestors. The sky use to light up when I was a young girl now you feel lucky if you just see one. The chickens are pumped up everything is like a production line. People do have mysterious illness and no cure. The rivers now you are nervous and skeptic to even put your big toe in the water. The roadsides of Detroit are bumpy and rough uneven and afar from being attractive. I agree when she says “No witchcraft, no enemy action but it us; our people who are doing it’ killing the beauty of the natural world. Today you scarred to breath with all the pollution in the air and dust you wonder how we make it. Suburbs have there own issues but not like the urban neighborhoods it is heartbrea...