Orange and Pompous! disgrace to our dust, our democracy,
What I expect’d of our country,
What I hoped for these leaves of grass,
This man, as he takes the podium, disrupts the grass beneath our feet
and sky above our faces.
Cognition and logic leave me, my hands are what hold my head,
I see forests die, climates crumble over every continent,
I am tense with visions of demise.
By the wall I travel and weep—cement in place of people, keep them out
he says,
Along the border, along the lines that should not be drawn to keep out,
but welcome,
I protest, I march, grass pushing up against my feet, I march on with the
memory of those who marched before,
I will not let the grass grow in vain, I will not let the grass grow beneath
cement and not feet,
Where women and men marched and fought for their rights and
rights of those to come,
Where police arrested the guilty and hugged the innocent, flowers
placed in the barrels,
Where democracy was celebrated, not stepped on with shiny shoes
and pointed heels.
I take part in love, I see me and you the same,
The cries of people asking for equality, choice, marriage, protection,
The limousine slowly passes with a small hand waving,
Women workers voice for proportionate wage, chants, protests,
picket signs,
The fall of the democrat is picked up by the twittering republican,
loose fingers is a loose trigger,
Whizzing with Putin, Russian friendship, gossips not negotiations,
Today the people must fight for the dying polar bear, isolated on
the sea ice,
Today the people must fight for the people, all people, people
of religions, races, and realities.
The man combs over his hair spray’d do Mind not others—mind—
the millionaires