Concrete Screams – #poem #poetry #nature #ProtectNature

Concrete Screams

Data havens spawn through forests

multiplying into cities

devouring homes and family farms

The concrete warehouses wreck the air

with their discordant screams

that sing

the rivers dry

Image description – a photo of part of a forest that has been destroyed in preparation for a building project that will overtake land once filled by old trees and streams. A piece of destruction equipment sits behind a path in a wooded area that has been cleared of trees.

At the moment, nowhere feels safe from the imminent threat of data centers and overdevelopment. Beautiful, old trees and creeks and streams are being destroyed at an alarming rate to make way for things corporate overlords are trying to convince us that we need. City and county planners know that people don’t want these monstrosities but somehow, approval gets pushed through. Money has a lot to do with that process, I’m sure.

Money and greed play a large role in overdevelopment of land without proper infrastructure to withstand all the new homes and businesses. The money, though, is something most of us will never see. We work and pay taxes, and yet, those in political power seem determined to keep the majority of the money paid into the system for themselves. They toss the majority of us mere scraps and tell us to work harder, blaming us for their hoarding of resources that should have been shared. Sharing money was the original agreement, the promise, after all.

Taxes were meant to be shared for things that benefit us all. Data centers are the personification of greed and hoarding behavior. The centers collect our personal data, to be utilized in ways that maximize profits for the corporate overlords. The centers drink massive amounts of water and drain the power grid, offering us common people nothing in return, and yet, the hideous warehouses are multiplying everywhere, because the uber wealthy benefit from these monstrosities.

The monoliths that seek to box people into a perimeter of ever-dwindling opportunity must fall to make way for a system that benefits the land and allows people to thrive instead of living under the constant threat of manufactured scarcity.

The Song Changes – #poem #poetry #change

The marketing director for the department of Everything is Fine

cuts out the disconnected, the supposed blight

Anything and anyone that deviates from the flavorless version of their ideal

must be eliminated from the glossy brochures that assure

shareholders along with obedient pitchfork and torch raisers

that the conditions under the rule

of the United Corporations are great and getting greater

Newscasters for the grifting enterprise

smile and take the bribes

They tell us to be quiet about the violence

but silence is a slow death

and being cooked alive on the low setting is no longer enough of a reason

to keep on being

an ant

marching to the tune of a song called “comply or die”

Time for the pieces to connect into a picture that can’t be denied

The song changes

The wind carries our words

and shifts the tides

A broken toilet, disconnected from the plumbing system and separated from any place it could be useful, is forced to occupy a space where people passing by become angry that the scenery is marred, yet nobody moves it- because we can’t be late to work, because we don’t have the right equipment to lift and move something so heavy, because alone, we don’t have the resources to fix the problem.

The current system was designed to be an obstacle to any type of progress that doesn’t benefit the wealthy donors who have purchased politicians’ favor. This system is only workable when we are merely individuals, trying to exist and endure, but when we step together and organize, we become something the system of oppression can’t survive

No Kings #poem #poetry #NoKings #resist

No Kings

They came at night

and hollowed out the trees

then told us what our damaged forest needed

Messages broadcast through empty shells masquerading as

the heart of the land

polluted the water and some minds

But the wind, she collected

the outrage

the broken dreams

and the agony of every being

that the hollow shell of the wannabe king

tried to silence

The wind screamed

“We will not bow to kings”

Each of us a became a raindrop in the storm that tore down

the emperor’s gold-plated castle