Something is burning and it fills me
with yearning
In the air I see the smoke curling
amidst all the angry flags unfurling
Silently screaming, “Stop!”, my
mind worries about what'll come out on top.
My brain has devolved down, rat on a
wheel, in despair I drown.
I yearn to give all the kids in cages
hugs and show them not all of us think they're thugs.
Eyes clouded with tears, I'm succumbing
to fears
That we have damaged the world beyond
fixing, even as I try ritual while moon is eclipsing
For its rejuvenation, and for hate's
cessation.
I yearn to revolt, but in that plan
there is a flaw; Trump is waiting to invoke Martial Law.
“How to make change”, I muse. I'm
tiring of keeping up the capitalist ruse.
In hugging trees there is solace, as if
drinking tea of corydalis,
It is but a temporary set of blinders
for this horse that is searching for the perfect course.
“Love always wins”, successful
people say with grins.
I'm struggling to see proof, pardon me
if I'm aloof.
If it's not time to rage, I supposed
I'd wait in a capitalist cage,
But it's hard to stay a wage slave
while people in power misbehave.
It's equally cagey to live on the
street, for it is no longer the domain of the poets of beat.
The way people trashily treat you, only
fuels the anger stew.
The anger bubbles into hate, and isn't
that what I'm trying to abate?
If I can only affect change by being
it, I have to curate my soul's healing and respite.
Look at my simple first world problems!
I am still physically free to enjoy spring's blossoms
As my government steals children, and
then shuts down to argue about figures above a billion!
It's not that I'm not grateful, I
simply feel powerless to shut down the hateful.
The brain spins round on a carousel of
confusion, as I pray for evil's diffusion.
