Poetry

Summer Bummer, 5 (157.)

Soundwaves surf into ears,
cats meow, and the cat’s meow
is the new food in town.
Burger joints of yesteryear, vegan patties
have no fear, it’s all trying
to be ethical,
to have a smaller footprint,
to keep this orb spinning longer,
to make the land and resources stronger,
how is it so easy to ignore
the signs that Earth is failing?
People in power flail around,
breaking skin to watch the blood flow,
black and brown,
how many piles of bones will these sick regimes make?
It all started with sound, only,
most pretended not to hear.
The greatest sin is not pride,
but,
silence.
Have a mouth?
Have hands?
Have a brain?
Have a way to express something?
Don’t be quiet.
Speak.
Please.

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