image from neurologicalcorrelates.com
Prophet of Change
“No one is free--even the birds are
chained to the sky.”--Bob Dylan.
Right now, folks,
stupid gathers strength, like
a virulent virus hidden within winds of change.
Admit that the waters around you have grown--
that you’ll be drenched to the bone;
even as the Donald denies global warming,
claiming it is just Chinese propaganda.
What the world needs now
is a hand basket full of poets
who will ink despair,
point out injustice--all the while
illuminating hope, morality, & love,
and of course
bought on Amazon,
white feathers for optimists,
brown feathers for fascists;
Come writers and critics, who prophesize with
their pen--cuz the chance won’t come again.
The eyes of the earth,
holding their children
as only a few weeks
separate us from our future,
when a new regime
will pick up the reins;
Come senators and congressmen, admit that
there’s a battle outside ragin’, & that the times
they are a---changin’.
Yes, we are the citizens toiling
within the fragile eggshell of democracy,
but many of us are parents as well,
inhabiting empty nests, eying the future
cautiously as our grandchildren grow
and our children vote;
Come mothers & fathers throughout the land,
try & understand--your children are beyond
Bob Dylan won the
Nobel--first song writer todo so, praise his words.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub