Prophet of Change

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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,

             spotlight cruelty,

             point out injustice--all the while

illuminating hope, morality, & love,

and of course

wearing wings

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

watch intently

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

your command.

Bob Dylan won the

Nobel--first song writer to

do so, praise his words.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub