~Before you read on, you should know that I am not the sister with the magical poetry skills.  I would most likely come in third in line.  This will be pretty clear when our dear Summer writes her first poem post.   I am way better known around these parts for my ‘ramblings’.  But, I was inspired by our sister in arms, Ani D.  And, what the hell…this whole thing is an exercise in using our voices without the habits of self-editing.  This is how we get stronger, this is how we use our powers for good.  Well, how was that for a breathy disclaimer?~

You had it good.

 

Jobs were plenty,

worked hard for the average ‘man’,

left one parent to nurture,

and paid money that held value.

 

Classes were small,

taught, not managed,

rich with arts,

and safe and weapon free.

 

Leaders were honest,

added ideas, not bank accounts,

worked for the people,

and believed in ethics and compasses.

 

Wars had names,

approached with cautious horror,

had beginnings and ends,

not weapons of mass deception.

 

People were connected,

looked out for their neighbors.

People were just like you,

and Everyone was your neighbor.

 

It was easy for you.

Easy FOR you.

 

So, before you let the sand slip through your fingers and onto the next.

Count your blessings and clean up your mess.

-K