POETRY
giving a shit
We’ll give them leather and feathers
Whatever gets their attention
We’ll give them drums and songs
To see how long they’ll wait
For us to turn angry
We work with unseen forces
Less a weapon with much less choices
Our answer to NO MORE. What now
Simultaneous exhaustion
And exhilaration
Determination thick as
Mineral rich soil negotiations
Not a mob, we are
Peaceful-loving people
We are the timber
Standing in the way
Getting ready for the grave
How close to death
Do they want us to come
Close enough to smell
What it smells like
We have the answers
And we’re showing you
Holding them up for your
Glowing hearts to see
Have you no ѡ