some young folk with pink
and blue
hair at Starbuck's
this morning
bemoaning the fact that
there might
finally be peace in the middle east.
what are we
going to do now,
one guy/girl says.
what are we going to do with
all these signs
we made last night.
the march is at noon today.
i have my mother's
pots and pans
to bang on,
from William and Sonoma
in the car.
what can we protest
instead?
should we go back to climate change
again?
we still have the cops, ICE to harass,
the girl/guy says.
they don't seem to be going
anywhere.
but it's just not the same.
i have my black and white
checkered board
do rag
on, my army jacket, and i just
started to learn how
to swear and chant in
Arabic.
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