Winds and Waters
by Zachary Steigerwald Schnall
Oil and water aren’t supposed to mix,
but the rising tides smell of gasoline
and might just fuel our fires. We are
forced to draw new lines in the sand
a little farther up the dune each day, but
our voices carry over winds of change.
We are too young to grow up, but
here we are, risking arrest so earth
does not become a prison. We are
asking you to treat us with respect,
to see us for who you should really
be: we are asking you to grow up.
Come on! Wring your pockets dry
of oil and join us. Use your heart
with your voice and let it join ours
to start a movement. A green new deal
is on horizons ahead of us – just how
many is up to you. We need leadership,
and we want you to be on the cold front
of change. But if your pockets are still wet,
if you are submerged in the quicksand of tar,
then get out of the way. We do not have time
to wait for winds to gather themselves and
feed our fires. A storm is brewing, and a flood
will come: but we will not let it drown our flames.
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