How naive of me To believe in fate When at last I see Life is more or less A hideous game Of beautiful lies Tragicomedy Too little too late
TV screens flicker A grotesque burlesque Reflecting blind eyes Beyond love past hate No one is to blame Looking back it was Meaningless I guess
Another fool tries Another lost cause Impossible odds The rich write the laws Yet the fool chooses Hope which cannot be Bets all and loses
Laughed at by false gods Of insanity As the hopeless jeer And the dead snicker Another fool dies To get out of here Another fool sighs: "How naive of me"
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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