Furious Typing: a poem

Sitting at his old typewriterRaised a lover, turned a fighterFueled by rage, tapping keysSudden thoughts, desperate pleas “Dying people on a dying Earth,choked by those with high net worth,hold a simple, moral rightFacing death, stand up and fight Planet killers, hold your breathWatch your back, merchants of deathGreedy ones, know your fateThe people will retaliateContinue reading “Furious Typing: a poem”