Protesteth I Must

There is a tidal wave
In the distance
The news reports it
I avoid it –
As I do not live by the ocean
Yet still the wave
Has its threat
In the ways all behave.

I struggle
To find a truth
Less disastrous
Than what is coming –
So listen for the song birds
To feel the breath of wind
Yet still the roar
Of Trouble.

News travels with persistence
Still the garden grows
And nature bleeds
Into a world
I long to feed
Yet still the war
Threatening normal
Or the role of my existence.

But I sit
In the moments left
In the life I know
And refuse to forget –
Because it mattered
Before the flood
Of the right to be wrong
In the protest to resist.

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