Activism (caring too much?)

(republished)

A Poem for February 11th, 2021

Graphic art by @robyneggs

Seasons change
And seasons grow
Life settles
In the hear and know
I fear a show...
Plants take off
And plants uproot
And animals eat
The troubled shoots
Tread under careful boots
Succulents fill with
Water soaking up
Nighttime comes
To fill the cup
For the bats will sup...
But barracudas
Aren't enough
To shoot down the
Impoverished and tough
So, what's up?
Seasons change
Politically
And spirals begin
Polyamourously,
Figuratively...
If guns were animals
They'd eat a lot
They'd stop and stare
Maybe sleep on a cot
Probably take their own shots
For, what do we know
Of the pinnacle cost?
What do plants know
Of having a boss?
Can plants cut loss...?
One day, we'll make
The seasons change
One day is all it will
Take to spare the change
Will it leave outrage?
Will we look back
With regret
On our human choices?
Will we stay on set,
Even with the neglect -
And shudder with our voices..?

by Robyn Eggs
Copyright February 11th, 2021 Robyn Eggs