Thursday, April 23, 2009

A poem

it's 3.23 in the morning
and i'm awake
because my great great grandchildren
won't let me sleep
my great great grandchildren
ask me in dreams
what did you do while the planet was plundered?
what did you do while the earth was unraveling?

surely you did something
when the seasons started failing?

as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying?

did you fill the streets with protest
when democracy was stolen?

what did you do
-Drew Dellinger, 'Hieroglyphic Stairway'.

Rather relevant to me atm as i'm starting to get into the activist side of things a bit more.

1 comment:

  1. I'm listening....
    (doesn't directly relate to I'm doing, but hoorah for beginnings :)


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