Sitting at his old typewriter
Raised a lover, turned a fighter
Fueled by rage, tapping keys
Sudden thoughts, desperate pleas
“Dying people on a dying Earth,
choked by those with high net worth,
hold a simple, moral right
Facing death, stand up and fight
Planet killers, hold your breath
Watch your back, merchants of death
Greedy ones, know your fate
The people will retaliate
Your end cheered across the land
A fact you fail to understand”
He stepped away, turned on his game
Surely tomorrow he’d feel the same
Lefty Forrester 