They will treat us as disposable in life,
The young, the old, and the free.
They’ll call us mindless agents,
When we seek is a clear path for
A sustainable future, of hope
That doesn’t cost anyone else’s loss.
And after death,
They will desecrate our graves,
Shut down our memories and our shrines.
Raise the stakes.
Their shadow-boxing holds false substance.
Make them see colours
And a vibrancy to our way of living that
Cannot be contained.
Watch their eyes as you ask, again and again,
“Don’t you want to go home to a kind
And loving society that treasures everyone?”
Make them see that the basis of their gain,
Their greed, their children’s inheritance,
Will be threatened if even a few of us die.