Tuesday, September 06, 2022

Daughter of Zion-Two Thousand Twenties

 Will I sit back and laugh when the world burns?

tired of sadly shaking my head

   hide my face from the heat

    singe the hairs of my hands?

or turning and walking away?

run

tired of the heat

   petty games of blame

   finger pointing

am I carrying the buckets all alone?

 one spot of green left

wet my plants

  wet my pants

Sitting on the curb, 

ash falls around


I long for the cold shower

the fuller's soap

To stand clean from the filth of this time

filth of the times that have brought us to this


too many have sold themselves

turned  natural beauty into plastic

earth and soul


to be redeemed 

 a power

 I, alone, do not possess



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