Little leaves clinging to their branches
on their native trees
now invade my bedroom
colonising everything I see
and rain is a symphony on roof
the shower of my bathroom
confronted with the global economic
reality and had to admit that my bleeding
my loving and my caring did not control
the barbed wire around this globe
but this green, these thoughts and prayers
wait patiently to burst through my eyes
and travel deep into my beating heart.
My evolution is still in process.
Further reading: Robert Pollin on Green New Deal Must Not Be Tied to Economic Growth.
No comments:
Post a Comment