What's in the rucksack
you carry on your back?
Not small talk.
No words of hawks.
There are dead poets'
dreams and desires.
Thoughts of womens
courageous ways and
demands. Longings of
refugees, rage of the
oppressed, confidence of
political prisoners,
Time of all-devouring despair?
Did you learn disobedience?
When tyrants rule; dread.
Hail diversity. denounce
homogeneity...In times of great
despair, no time for laments.
It's time to water hope,
embrace love, survive doom.