Hope is integral to every resistance movement. You have to believe there’s something better out there, and that it’s achievable, in order to put everything on the line.
That means you have to actively disbelieve
the propaganda that’s shat all over you on the daily by the oppressor’s
firehose of lies. No, the Kleptocrat is not an economic (or any other) genius;
no, heaving a chainsaw and a pack of brochachos at the federal government will
not improve anything; no, Canada does not have a gigantic water faucet that we
can call on whenever; no, that was not a fucking touristic “day of love” at the
Capitol on J6.
Sadly, there are way too many people in
this country incapable of doing that even a little.
But for the rest of us, we can start with
hope.
And that’s where poets like Langston
Hughes can help us. In just a few lines, he’s able to place that small, glowing
star in our hands, and open our hearts to the power of dreams, and the devastation
that comes when we don’t have them.
“Dreams”
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
©2025 Bas Bleu
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