Pachamama is my president

Goddess in sync with the seasons

in the depths of the ocean 

and on the time of harvest

she cares for the earth, and the future that will come

she cares for what will be done

what will be done by humans

if we dont stop and consider

to change these colonized ways

in these times of need

when Mother earth is thirsty

for love

Pachamama

comes with the changing winds

into the oval office

she takes a seat

she demands for the right to have a future, and demands for sustainability  

in these times of need

when Mother earth is thirtsy

for love

- Pachamama is my president

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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