The great American road trip— from the perspective of an environmentalist in a sea of oblivion.
Why must your skies be bright blue, while ours covered in this thick black smog?
The rivers, the mountains, the forests Are to which we belong We ever belonged Until they came along With high advanced machinery Trucks laden with artillery State sponsored police thievery To lay claim On all of this Through breaking, distorting laws And other tricks Under the guise of ‘development’ That we are irreverent, so…
Poetry about monumental resistance to the Dakota Access Pipeline.
Lately, to escape the news, I’ve been watching films
about swindlers and con men but I’m repeatedly roughed up
in the strategies and actions,
In solidarity with Standing Rock Sioux Tribe and all peoples protecting the waters of this earth.