I’m a revolutionary, I do declare.
My planet makes revolution too across the solar.
We’re revolutionaries – it, thee, and me!
Spring has sprung, hey ding a-ding!
I vow to make use of each breath I take till I’m finished
To make the world over once more, the dominion come,
Solely on behalf of my fellow creatures of the bio-sphere,
My brothers and my sisters, our fellow flora and our fellow fauna,
To absorb the air with out particulates,
To simply accept the solar’s vitamin D’s at comfy temperatures,
To be nourished by unprivatized waters,
To face straight up on unasphalted Mom Earth,
Or to only let her be in her personal methods
In order that, for instance, the magnolia buds on Peter’s naked, brown street-scape,
Could do their unstrange fruit factor, i.e., blossom and thrive,
So our personal (we should admit!) chilly, darkish pusillanimity
Within the face of the Fukushima for revenue filthy lucre forces
Could change into overcome within the astronomical, common, cosmic,
All the way down to earth circle of solar’s comfort-heat,
Solar’s shining dialectical reason-light,
And solar’s all mighty individuals’s-power
In opposition to the white supremacist, capitalist, imperialist, patriarchy as a result of
Revolutionaries, in pink earnest who sweetly love the spring!
Hey ding a-ding and Amen!
Ann Arbor, Michigan.