Don’t worry your words won’t stop the war,
no matter what you write them for,
to tell us that you disagree
with the comfy life your taxes feed.
still the amazon forest felled,
and in the cities concrete square
your protestations fill tainted air,
shaken fists punch vacant skies
while noisy tongues shield blinded eyes,
and all this time your world rolls on
with you like it already gone.
© Wolfgar 1/2018