Jardin Voyou

let me tell you of the first human (woman) invention--the bag how it carried all that was picked and grown and sown on the land this bag did not kill, did not waste it kept work slow and left little trace this bag was woven and so were the first walls of shelter braiding trees and grasses and hides into shape the first divide between skin and soil sun and brow, us and our fate this divide grew and grew and so did societal hierarchy we began to see ourselves above the natural world Instead of entwined in it entirely in medieval times, wage labor began so all these hands that could spin, weave and work the land started to make their rightful demands they often joined forces, making intricate plans all these thoughts were brewing under their hats these carders and weavers and dyers and spinners and fullers and peasants and when they took up their tools as weapons they were sure to leave a lasting impression they made some gains, and gained some wealth but were always kept in their place for those who use both their hands and minds are rarely allowed to leave a trace business was booming, wool, linen and cotton when a new red was found in a tree far away so forests were flattened and people enslaved colonization continues today then there came this great cotton machine that could do the work of 50 humans but instead of setting those people free they enslaved four times their numbers to grow the industry two decades later, a group led by a fictitious weaver named Ludd smashed machines in protest they were not against the machine, but the way it was used to produce more and pay less, all in the name of progress from then until now, even more mass production factories of workers making more and more for less 70% of the waste of the world is textile what a mess we have always clothed the rich to keep their image of power Tyrian purple, foreign wool, blood diamonds and silk but let's not forget those we rarely see the hands behind the image itself we all spread seed when survival is uncertain buy new t-shirts made with blood and sweat wild and rot will find us still purity is a myth now in this garden we all must live and weave our lives together use what we have, our hands and minds everyone should have as much as another