Raging Grannies

Raging Grannies of Victoria, B.C.

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We may look like

grey-haired little old ladies,

but make no mistake.

Our hearts are warriors

for Life.

The grannies are raging 

in the northern hemisphere.

We are growling and muttering

as we watch the evening news.

We are calling each other up, to say

"Can you  believe what he's done now?"

We have been subversive in 

our lives and in our language.

We have penned things on our blogs

and know we are likely on a list somewhere.

Somewhere there is a computer earmarking 

the use of words like "direct action" and "Resist,"

"Radical" and "Blockade."

And now we are getting off 

(and going off) our rockers,

and taking to the streets. 

We are riled up, gnarly, determined, snarly.

We are putting on our loud clothing 

and our strange hats,

and we are marching.

We are standing at the steps

of Legislature,

well and truly fed up,

and we are singing 

"We Will Not Be Moved."

How many times have we 

marched and sung,

in our lives,

and now we have to do it

all over again.

No rest, 

when all is wicked.

In summation:

the ruling classes could not have made 

a bigger mess of things.

Stand aside, orange creature

with bad hair;

back away slowly, 

corporate rapists of the earth.

You've had your chance, you leaders 

too weak (or too rich) to oppose them, 

who put profit before people,

profit before environment,

profit before planetary survival

every single time.

Earth to Capitalism:

There are No Jobs

On a Dead Planet.

Step aside, 

and let the women 

have a go at it.

We'd start with Earth First,

and go on from there.

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for Paul Scribbles' cool prompt at dVerse: Underground