i, Citizen
i, Citizen
call
on
you, President
to explain your claims
of
moral clarity
I call you out to this curb
to
stand in this light
and
define --
Freedom,
in the light of extinction
Security,
in an age of rising oceans and spreading deserts
i, local newspaper subscribing
truth hungry,
network numbed
member
of society
call on
The American Journalist
to scour and expose, to connect and rivet
to dig with a claw hammer
and
pull up the boards
even as the binding nails of power shriek.
i, on a log on a shore,
poet
of small measure
call on you, whoever you are
to wonder and not know
to consider and reconsider
to ask all over again
the ancient, still beautiful questions
And so save this place
from men who claim God
while sending plane and agents
on
errands of death
ROB
LEWIS
