This is not poetry – This is protest

This is not poetry – This is protest

What do you see when you look out into the world I see people who have lost their way

I see families disconnected

children without guidance

elders left without voice

boys thrown to war and abandoned in the sorrow of its aftermath I see children sold to men I see death visited on the innocent self indulgence and greed Status hungry ladder climbing empty eyed vultures Taking whatever lies before them That they decide they want

And if, by their deceptions, they weave a plan and pry your treasures from your grip It’s your fault Because you didn’t play the game as dirty as them

My question to you is

what happens when we all decide to play dirty

What happens when we all buy into the narcissistic mantra of our time And simply take what we want When we want it

what are we left with

or rather

what are we left without

and what have we have left our children without

we have left them without meaning

Beyond their need

That moment

that

when they lay their hands on it

passes through them like wind

and they are left

in desperate search

of the next moment

the

next

empty

moment

life is supposed to mean more

it offers more

than a moment

if we make the choice

to pick it up

this is not poetry

this is protest

pick it up

Big Mama