Protest,

you are the voice

in the wilderness,

calling and calling us

out of our sleep,

out of the dullness

that inhabits our ways.

 

Protest,

you are calling us from the

everyday to see tomorrows

that will soon come

and invade us all

against our will,

and then creep up before

we know what has gone

and what we have lost

in this subtle move.

 

11/11/2016