Earth is our ultimate revolution…
Revolution-airy
“If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” –Emma Goldman
In this whirled
Of human unkind
Nevertheless
Mother Earth spins
Up on her axes
On a roll
Of celestial peeks
And as fore whine of hours
Mine, mine, mine
She encircles awe
For eons
As we entreat her
Like a revolve her
She offers a twist
To this grave plot
As she gives us a fly orbit
Of moons and amor
Wooing us
As if to herald
It’s our turn
As well
Now
That is
A revolution
That I can dance to
