jueves, 3 de noviembre de 2011

Poetry of the moment

2011 October « Poetry of the moment

We are the 99 percent. We are getting kicked out of our homes. We are forced to choose

between groceries and rent. We are denied quality medical care. We are suffering from

environmental pollution. We are working long hours for little pay and no rights,

if we’re working at all. We are getting nothing while the other

1 percent is getting everything. We are the 99 percent. “

Brought to you by the people who occupy wall street. Why will YOU occupy?


We live our inner lives, our words quietly dropping,
Like the faucet dripping on a midnight bathroom.
Our thinking comes to a head, in our young bodies.

Our wise hair had gone in a ring through a window
On to the side-walk, in company with a plastic bag.
We are a cockroach that is lying curled up on the sill
Waiting for a window of sun to quicken its wings.

We are the 99 %, our wings being with the 1% still
We like to get our wings back on the window- sill.

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