Can folks see that people matter? That they live safe and valued lives? A policy poem |
These fishermen have caught the brightest, Most silvery, divine specimens In these rude, uproarious waters; Nothing better than a delectable craft, Juiced from side to side With honored and predictable catches; A treasured and miraculous outcome - Set on its attempted, focused Sluicing of slopes By the hopeful agents Of these mirrored, cliff-dwelling diseases. These humans are offered diligent reprieve From the mossy, tree-lined caverns By the haunting, coastal depths… Love for God assumes respectful dignity And justice by the most spectacular judge… A unique partner who is most willing and able To charge into battle - Bringing the baton’s parade Of marchers toward the obvious doom… Love thy neighbor as you would treasure The most enduring flower; The road must rise and fall, And end and seek laundered captors; And face immense snow plows. The fault of the society’s meat And potatoes - Bowing to the self-serving ugliness Of bemoaning ideologues Of a maximum horrific flight; Beseeching the ageless worth Of the spruce and the magnolia For a deciduous redwood Or a majestic pine - Opting for the well-oiled leaves Of the Hollywood reincarnation Of the lay of the land… |