Down by the river

down by the river

Down by the river
I wore waders
that matched her shades
to protect us from bullshit
as we laid out plans
how to save the world.

We used rocks and limbs
to write messages on
the bike trail and laughed
when bikers cussed at us.

Perhaps the world
doesn’t want to be saved
choosing instead to crumble
wallow in decay.

Somehow we knew
our efforts were useless
besides,who wants to read
about what can be done
so caught up in events
about celebs rehab and guns.

So we chilled on the bank
discussed God and Politics
wondering who had more power
or plush tower.
2012

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