Black and Red Marker
Black and red marker, scrawled upon cardboard.
No Blood For Oil, the protester chants.
Under the cardboard, pregnancy shows.
Preparing for birth, the breast tissue swells,
preparing to nourish our next generation.
But what kind of turmoil
will greet her fine child?
Will our planet offer
nutrition for all?
What kind of world
can we create?
Do people have power
in a form to be used?
Do we have courage
needed for change?
No Blood For Oil, the protester chants.
Under the cardboard, pregnancy shows.
Preparing for birth, the breast tissue swells,
preparing to nourish our next generation.
But what kind of turmoil
will greet her fine child?
Will our planet offer
nutrition for all?
What kind of world
can we create?
Do people have power
in a form to be used?
Do we have courage
needed for change?
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