If Activism meant Caring too much…

Special Thanks to the Cult

Seasons change
And seasons grow
Life settles
In the hear and know
I fear a show..
.

Plants take off
And plants uproot
And animals eat
The troubled shoots
Tread under careful boots

Succulents fill with
Water soaking up
Nighttime comes
To fill the cup
For the bats will sup…

But barracudas
Aren’t enough
To shoot down the
Impoverished and tough
So, what’s up?

Seasons change
Politically
And spirals begin
Polyamourously,
Figuratively…

If guns were animals
They’d eat a lot
They’d stop and stare
Maybe sleep on a cot
Probably take their own shots

For, what do we know
Of the pinnacle cost?
What do plants know
Of having a boss?
Can plants cut loss…?

One day, we’ll make
The seasons change
One day is all it will
Take to spare the change
Will it leave outrage?

Will we look back
With regret
On our human choices?
Will we stay on set,
Even with the neglect –
And shudder with our voices..?

Straight from an 80s womb, Robyn Eggs breaks the mold with her abstraction and appreciation for even the littlest of things. Her unique eye captures a different point of view. Take a trip into another dimension, or just peer through the portals, as Robyn Eggs provides a treat for the Third Eye.

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