Rural Reflections: 'Sitting'
This week’s writing addresses sitting around and letting those in power unleash chaos upon us around every corner.
This week’s writing addresses sitting around and letting those in power unleash chaos upon us around every corner.
"Sitting"
Sitting in a circle,
with square soaked minds.
Leaving it sitting,
in the heat like sun outside.
I don’t want to be sitting,
at a party,
with two parties and pride.
Lobbyists and bull minded,
sitting on the hope that’s died.
It’s a woman to beg,
voting the bombs out,
to kill him instead.
Some sitting and resisting,
now two of them dead.
Spinning in a political mine,
the balance and trick,
a war’s inside.
Sitting until they’re sick,
bringing on fent,
the candy of homicide.
Sitting and spitting,
on the ground of pride.
Don’t be sitting,
while darkness moves,
on eyes spinning in time.
