Backwards

There’s a growing movement
cut and dry
grassroots capped in mud
moving down the highway now
apologies; I forgot the name
waving flags and slogans bright
with smiles of angry wrath
they’re coming, they’re coming
much too fast
prematurely one might say

There’s a growing movement
toward the insane
I hear the swallows cry
as they bounce and whirl
swim the air
sigh passing by
there’s a growing hush in the silent spring

There’s a growing feeling
of malcontent
with the status quo
as it were
or was thought to be
Protect our city
upon the hill
I believe is the motto
carved on plaques proudly on display
until tomorrow
not today

There’s a growing trust in the by-gone days
the idyllic certain past
it must certainly have been that way
so that way it shall stay
Speak up
just not too loudly
There’s a growing movement of solidarity
shut up and sing

There’s a growing rush on the untitled shrines
the depressions of yesterday’s rain
the plastic flags, the tarnished rose
that garbage on the lawn
Save our streets from the destitute
this mindless modern art

They tore it down to save face
There’s a growing movement towards all that anyway
the cosmetics industry thanks you all
so very, very, very, very, very, very much.