Movement

Movement

How long

shall we stand here,

still?

As bitter as

the buttercup,

bound by the morals

buried in tobacco pipes

of bureaucrats and doctors.

 

Do we not have a say?

 

We move one inch

for every ten

of their miles,

it’s so hard to run

in a 3 inch heal,

and maybe we enjoy life

this way.

 

Maybe.

 

But the longer we say

“we can take it!”

the longer it will last.

 

And that’s no way to live.

 

No way at all.