Go build castles where they do not belong. Take from the poor and give to the rich. Let the sun shine its face on all that is not bright—on all that is wrong with the world we call home.
Sing to the priest cloaked with greed. Give him and his church more than they deserve—your life.
You are the one to be taken into the woods and left among fallen leaves.
I will meet you below the tree. There we will stand, hold hands, and name animals.
– Elvis Alves via Works & Days Quarterly