pull!

pull!

to the “no kings” protestors marching today

a tug of war

poor rope

a yank of arm

and ligament

..

it’s such a chore

to cope

with hurt and harm

and liniment

..

the midwife pulls the newborn

the hustler pulls the strings

the wool is pulled and new-shorn

we pull the brassy rings

..

we watch in stricken horror as

our missiles pull some kids

into oblivion and see

our country’s hit the skids

..

pull back pull down pull well away

and do not let the king to bray

of greatness in his lust for power

in what’s become our darkest hour

..

we march we speak we hold up signs

we pull our big girl pants up for

the no kings protest which defines

our over

lapping

tugs

of

war