If ever there were a poem that demonstrates the power of poetry, this is it. Take the seven minutes needed to hear everything she has to say. If you’re at all like me, your eyes will be awash in tears, your heart will be full of rage and hope.
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I hope you are the one with the best perspective, Trish!
Her poem was charged with hope, and yes, rage as well. But Robin and John, I cannot give up, or give in. I will hold onto that however thin thread of hope that the voices will be heard. My only wish is that it is not heard too late. Some say that is already the case, others disagree. Nevertheless, the window of opportunity is indeed dwindling in the meantime.
Robin, I wish the hope I felt after listening to her would stay, but it won’t…it’s already gone. I want so badly to believe humankind will come to its senses and overcome the poisoning of what looks to me to be a planet past the tipping point…but a brief burst of hope simply doesn’t last. I admire people like Mario Savio and this Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner for taking seriously their responsibilities to the future. I just wish they would be more successful than I am afraid they have been, and will be.
That was stunning, beautiful, and compelling. I have no hope for the future, but hers is a powerful and convincing voice. Just a little while ago I listened to Mario Savio’s speech at Sproul Hall. That was also seven minutes, and fifty years ago. What will this woman’s’ daughter think a half century from now? Will the Marshall Islands still exist? Will she deliver words of triumph over profits? I wonder. I wish I were hopeful.