“Need Not Greed” - An Anonymous-Letter-Slam

A day in Zuccotti park
or Paternoster Sq.
Berlin
Cologne
Zurich
Johannesburg
Taipei
Seoul
Hong Kong

Beijing

Tehran

Pynogyang
Tokyo
Sydney

New York
It’s not a walk in the park
It’s another day in the Trumpesphere.

A hoarding by few
Breaking backs of many

Peaceful protest met by
Angry baby men in blue and black
Biceps all bumpy
Dark glasses are reflecty
Night sticks and side arms all shiny
Parade dress their finery
Automatic weapons
Waiting
Hoping
To have challenged their moment

Listen up
Oh deaf ones

We’re talking money here
We’re talking “take the money and run” here
We’re talking homeless making
Psycho making
Wounded making
East to west
Continent to continent
Shore to shore

Our eyes reflect
A Sun that won’t shine
Flowers that won’t bloom
Wind and rain that won’t be felt
Skin that is becoming armor
Tears becoming forgotten
Anger proudly contained
Humanness trying to survive

While you with gilded conscience
You in Versace
You in penthouse towers
Have nothing to say
Nothing to regret
Nothing to bandage
Nothing to heal

Well

We might not be vocal enough
Might not be unlawful enough
Might not be selfish enough

But

We are fed up enough
Global enough
Connected enough
Strong enough

Watch out
You of different species
‘Cause we can tell right from wrong
And we’re moving
We’re your worst nightmare just beginning
It won’t cave to dreams like yours
Won’t forget your hubris
Won’t ignore your growing plutocracy

But remember

Like viruses and infections
There is a cure
Now
Or
Soon

Prepare your petri dish demise
Your future is shrinking
You missed that kindergarten lesson

There IS right
There IS wrong

Sincerely
The 99%

Pissed and ready to VOTE