Living in a somewhat “remote” area, there can be a tendency to imagine that we are unaffected by what goes on in the outside world. This is definitely a false bubble. The decisions that are made by those in roles of leadership trickle down to affect everyone. Following is the third poem in my hexalogy of poems.
Sonnet #3 in the hexalogy of poems.
Possible, impossible, a constant weave
Do we have control over where we go?
When the powers that be cause us to grieve,
Can we grab the reins, redirect the flow?
When so-called leaders don’t know how to lead
When ambassadorship, isn’t their forte
Why do we entrust what we hold sacred
to those who lead us to certain “muerte“?
Resources are finite, global warming, fact
Denial has been a way of life too long
We are coming up against our earth’s lack
How can she provide when we ignore her song?
This regime cannot withstand the earth’s dream
She will have her way as they sit and scheme.
It can feel scary to hold views that oppose the systems that are in power. Poetry written and then poetry that is shared are creative ways to express our views.
Are you more comfortable voicing your concerns or discontent in a poem or prose than in your daily conversations? Then write the poem or prose and share it (or not) when you so choose.