A Call for Arms

This is a call,

a call for arms.

Bear your arms vertically extended

with your middle finger standing alone

to show you are offended.

Bear your arms to the cemetery

where Lady Liberty lies.

Reanimate her with love and anger-

love for her,

anger for those who buried her.

Bear them to the statehouses

to show your displeasure.

Keep them in the air

So they know you question their authority.

Demand answers.

Demand action.

This is a call,

a call for arms.

Those arms- we need them.

We need the bodies

to which they are attached:

your eyes and ears to witness,

your brains to plan,

mouths to speak,

and your hearts for love and courage.

Bear those arms to Washington, DC

to tell them you no longer believe their lies,

that Mother Earth has feelings

and there are tears in her eyes

for the raping and pillaging killing her

in the name of the almighty dollar!

This is a call,

a call to arms.

Watch your arms multiply.

Be a part of a mighty army,

an army of peaceful arms reaching for the sky!

If you care for your liberty,

if you want a fair shot at life,

if you care for Mother Earth-

Lift those arms

with the middle finger extended.

Hold those arms high!