Riot Write

Poetry IS Protest

[riotwrite]

A poem in honor of the People's Climate March yesterday. Preserve the earth, preserve lives. My mouth is sandstorm dry, my hands caked in callouses, lines deep like the emptying river beds. Can you sleep without the lullaby drum of rain? They say the ocean is rising, say the snow has become salted tears, and here, I cannot cry, my eyes the rusted red of steel. What have we done? Where will we stand in the Atlantis that will become us all?