Rewild the WorldLet’s stop pretending this world can be saved by recycling bins, policy reforms, or vegan Starbucks options.
Let’s stop green washing while the Earth is being murdered and not slowly, not quietly, but violently, day after day, right infront of our eyes. And the killers wear suits, push legislation, manage NGOs, and sit in climate summits while pipelines bleed into rivers and forests fall to countless death machines.
This is not a malfunction.
This is civilization doing what it was built to do, dominate, devour, and expand. Cities rise like tumors. Nature is paved, processed, patented. Every living thing is reduced to a resource, a product, a statistic. The Earth is a corpse, and civilization is the meat grinder.
Green anarchism isn’t a lifestyle. It’s not a consumer choice or a trendy ideology. It’s a war cry from the ruins. It’s a refusal to play along. We don’t want to green the machine , we want to smash it. Tear it out by the roots and leave no blueprint behind. No government, no bosses, no ecocapitalist saviors.
We don’t want better chains, we want no chains.The state won’t save us. The market won’t save us. Technology won’t save us. All of them are the disease. They promise salvation while strip mining the planet.
Their answer to ecological collapse is surveillance drones, lithium mines, and carbon markets. Greenwashed genocide in the name of sustainability. Progress soaked in blood.
We spit on your fake futures.
This isn’t about going back. It’s about going feral. About remembering we are animals, not machines. About tearing down the fences in our minds, our streets, our wildlands. About refusing to be useful, efficient, productive cogs.
Civilization teaches us to fear the wild because the wild doesn’t obey. And we won’t either.Green anarchism means sabotage. It means resisting with our bodies, our hearts, our rage. It means defending the living world by any means necessary. It means setting fires in the minds of the domesticated and breaking the myths of “progress” and “order.”
We don’t want to be governed. We want to live.Not in your cities. Not under your flags. Not inside your collapsing death cult of endless growth.Give us the dirt. The trees. The storms.
Give us back our stolen lives.We are not here to negotiate with empire.We are here to bury it.
No gods. No masters. No compromise. No future but the one we fight for,in the wild, together, free.