You are the farmers of manna
you give us the very beautiful bread
you throw the creative grains
you sew them and water them.
And yes we partake of this bread
it nourishes our lives
it gives us shared experience
washing away the confusion.
You cannot stop this you must not
lest we starve from marshmallow food
and empty calorie pop tart talking
rotten teeth and dead minds.
Yes and some of your crop will be rotten
this is not an easy undertaking
you will miss the mark, wanton
you will be naive in your courage.
I beseech you then, start anew.
Thanks, you brave worders
you have to fertilize the crop with hazards
taken in backwater dark places
and water it with your tears and love.
Share with me your full grained bread
and spread your seeds of inspired gall
the air is heavy with stupidity
And I hunger.
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Nice verse! Great final line…
I love poets.
Really makes you think. That’s an important trait for a poem.
I see you in particular as one to pass it along.
oh gosh, thank you!
Had me thinking poetry but also free press and open journalism as well.
hell yeah!