Where We Keep Our Starlight
In pockets across dark distance
Beacons shine past possible
on towards tomorrow
These are not metaphorical
but metaphysical uprisings
UP Risings. Rise up! like your life
is worth more to You
than to anyone else
Sew closed your pockets.
Your wealth is your business
Best palmed between rational
volitional minds
Not snagged on a picket line
Drooled over a picket sign
Not sprawled across parliament
like spittle Ocean spray
for the less fortunate
Who are We but they?
By the light of day We
with disgust, distrust, or urgency
spread truth, not through fear
not hatred, but honesty. Always
Before anger can reach our streets
We breathe. We speak easy. We listen.
Keep our lamps lit and our minds set
on progress. Not change, but process
from newer to better
from despair to No More
We do not dance for subsidies
We do not fold to bonds or bribery
We do not condone bad loans
We work for money.
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