Poetry Slam Challenge #2: Hydra
Handing over my cards
My purse
Relief lifting my
head
We are gathered, equal
Sun slanting through windows
Smiles on
faces
Free of weight we sing
Holding hands
Circle of new
friends
Exultant, we listen to speeches
Yes, yes.
To be free of such
things
Cards, consumerism.. Bills
No threats, red ink.
Fellowship and new found
belief
Gladdened hearts, taking up our new roles.
Working the land
Sun kissed earth and
skin
Self sufficient, truly tasting
As if at first
The fruits of our
labours
Of course they try to break it
Their bullhorns and uniforms
The cult decrying
cults
They take.
And we are lessened
We, the devout
endure
The hydra grew new heads
And unbidden
So do we
grow
Sun slanting through windows
Uncertain smiles
I promise them.
freedom
They hand over their cards
Wallets, purses
And begin
afresh
Relief brings tears of joy
Lives returned as promised
We sing, holding
hands
Circle of new friends
