Color, creed, religion, sex
measure not the depth of intellect
and will never calculate one heartbeats strength against the nexts
I am my brother’s keeper; I cannot want if he has less
If I am rich while he is not can’t deem it progress
to eradicate the clases
eliminates the disparity between rich and poor, the masses
education and health care accessible commodities
centralize a workforce to address
single use plastics, synthetics, styrofoam products
things that will never turn back into dirt…
or any natural process
snatched up quickly for cheap
In a pretty package, flashy, bright, colorful and sweet
discarded now, how quickly forgotten
the contents are gone, but left behind the remnants
to become someone else’s problem and never our own
skirted away in trash bags to already full landfills
dumped in the oceans
found in third world countries’ streets
so we then label them dirty; unclean
while it is we the keepers of wonderful democracy
whom mass produce what the earth cannot keep
Biodegradable/compostable items a novelty
available to Hollywood,
the yuppie, suburbia
but not the barrio
or in the prisons, even poor country folk
to those of us whom need it most
minimum wage workers of the 9 to 5
who dream of Cadillacs vs. trees
or flowers and plants that give us air to breathe…
And you call me a robber?
call me crazy
call me communist
I dream not of luxury, I just want to be free
so I might return to mountains and streams
and scheme of ways to save the earth
from people, from me, from each other
yes I am an animal
But you are my brother
this is serious
this is jail!
we do not appreciate a sense of humor here at all
and if you care about anything
never let them see
So I smile politely
and when they walk away I rip up their sheets
in strips to wrap up my feet
to run the stairs until I cannot breathe
my life is not of more value than a beetles
and a mountain lion offers no apologies for being a beast
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!
from this nightmare
but I am not speaking just to me
change the way we think
the earth is being ripped out from beneath our feet
suffocated with every ounce of plastic packaging
of foods we eat and drink
thinking of the consecutive off of species as a result there in
my cell walls; panic comes closing in
I am a communist
But how shall I begin?
Society; the pharmacy medicates and segregates
prescribes isolation and desolation
to those who act in desperation
In my next life
may I just be starlight
to shine on loved ones faces…
and then be gone without a trace
How does one really live a life of Grace?
