The Ripple Effect

I’m an old branch of driftwood on the beach

Why do they think the fire within me is out of reach

I see our universe in a blade of grass

And every barricaded window is only a piece of glass

Our combined pointed scratches will shatter panes into light

Every sharp word we write, will be another molar bite

Every tiny drop in the river, eventually flows into the sea

Every little ripple on the lake, begins a wave set free

 

Do not be quiet, speak proudly, and have a say

Our voices are amassing strength, do not delay

The cloudy silence, enforced by corporate powers

Cannot be the way to nurture our earth’s flowers

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020