Idle Lands from New Puritans by Cavillers

A history strewn into the dust; left to a caustic amber rust. Abrasive fragments erode us, yet fortify unjust enrichment. So, draw figures in the sand and drive augers into earth. Stake claim to what your hands coerced. Are your rights derived from lineage, a consequence of time, or a measure of brute force for some exalted resource? Quietly retreat to abstract maths and remote chemistry. Reduce to fallacy. If nitrates are not land, then carbon is not man, and justice serves a higher demand than symbolic reparations in the wake of systemic oppression and the graves of a population, now defiled. No justice for the ‘reconciled’. Hands held out to settlers. Reluctant forbearers.

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