Waking early,

once there was the dawn chorus,

sitting in the garden,

once there was a hum of bees,

but some prefer glyphosate,

and so,

now

the silence is shockingly growing at each gate.

—

Walking to the shops,

once there was money in the poor woman’s purse,

planning a Birthday,

once there would have been a feast,

but some prefer their backers,

and so,

now

the policies are empty like papery crackers.

—

Praying on my knees,

once there was a flow of thankfulness,

crying in my room,

once I could find some ease,

but some prefer greed,

and so,

now

we can just for justice plead.