Interior Monologue of a Raging Granny

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Well, just off the top of my head
and in no particular order,
under all my shiny hopefulness
and Be The Change smirking,
there just may be a rant or two lurking.

It's the plight of the poor
in this high-cost-of-living world,
tax breaks for the rich
and corporate bailouts
are  a b-tch.
It's resource sell-outs,
governments all chummy with 
the rapers and the pillagers,
and let's just steamroll right over
all the local villagers.

It's everything going to hell,
our leaders jockeying
for re-election
while the ozone burns,
no one brave enough to legislate 
the necessary changes
to save the planet
(and our sorry asses)
before it completely
re-arranges.

Don't get me started about what drugs 
have done to the world,
or the fact that old people
are mashing their food 
to death with their tongues
because they cant afford a dentist.
In this system that can be so cruel, 
they haven't got many teeth
(would someone please pass me the gruel?
or at least some used dentures bequeath?) 

They're ripping down low rent buildings
to install  condos for the rich
while more and more  poor
are squeezed onto the streets.
Some kids are thin and hungry
cause their dads are deadbeats.
No, inside this grandma's brain 
is not always 
sweet.

A homeless woman died 
last winter  outside 
the empty shelter,
bylaws kept it closed,
while the poor woman froze.
Council seems  unable
to make a freaking decision.
Please forgive my frustration 
and my derision.

It's animals abused and frightened
who can't run away,
and children who do run away
to worse than
what they
escaped.
It's violence and hopelessness
and misery and rape,
while the disconnected ask:
Would someone 
peel me a grape?

It's chickens living life
in cages to grow us some meat,
cows pumped with 
drugs and hormones,
oozing pus from their teats,
and us ingesting this misery
every time we eat.

It's human beings so thin their skin 
barely covers their bones,
crawling across the desert 
so many deaf to their moans.
I see them in my sleep.
I cant stop picturing that,
and all of us in North America
complain because we're too fat.

It's the environment,
its own long  
descending disaster
speeding up
ever faster and faster,
while nothing happens
              nothing happens
                   nothing happens
to avert total
disaster.

But (and I'm smiling here, at last,
I still have hope -
when you asked me for a monologue
you gave me so much rope)
while I do care so much 
about all these things,
"It's a beautiful world"
is still the song that I
choose to sing.
Humans can be great,
and if we kick it into gear
and shift the global consciousness
it will be worth the wait.

It's not a perfect world
but it's the one we've got.
We're sisters and brothers
of the same Earth Mother,
so we have to love this world
and help each other.

Besides, no one listens
when old raging 
eco-warrior grannies
complain,
so I'll go back now
to sweetening
my refrain.

Kerry over at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads set us a challenge on Wednesday to write an inner monologue..........I always have a lot of those going on in my head so I tapped in........warning: Potentially Depressing, but the good news is, it ends, hee hee.