Nationalism poisons our ability to remember those that lost their lives during times of war.

Our ability to explore real empathy and sadness has been appropriated by those that seek to preserve the blood stained mythology of empire.

"But when the sky darkens
And the prospect is war
Who's given a gun
And then pushed to the fore
And expected to die
For the land of our birth
Though we've never owned
One handful of earth?"

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Sunbeam City is a anticapitalist, antifascist solarpunk instance that is run collectively.