Tag: protest poetry

The wealthiest backer of American fascism galumphed onto the stage and showed us who he was. 24/365

The fawn in the meadow tilts her head as the north wind rustles the grass. Message received, she sets her teeth to shred the evidence. 23/365

In olden days court jesters found ways to yank at the strings controlling their kings but the enlightenment of our government is putting the fools on the ballot! 16/365

You’re such a special snowflake, aren’t you? Whipped up by winter gales into a multitude, fierce and strong, driven into enemy faces, blinding, stabbing, burning, with a million deadly shards of ice. 13/365

Subtlety is a delight but sledgehammers win the fight. 4/365

A New Year’s Revolution? Sign me up! Burn it all and start over with an empty page. 1/365