poet with an angry voice
rolling thunder as you shout
propaganda is the name
holding your sign to recruit
the young and naïve
stop
don’t let the stylus skip the groove
as the record replays the same song
pause
rethink your next move
drop your banner and hold out your hand
let honey drip from your mouth
battle with kindness and respect
enough
don’t let us acclimate to hate
pollution of words cancelling each other out
silence alas

jacob greb

from “pollution” collection
words