Let’s lay our bad day down here, dear
and make-believe we’re strong,
or hum some protest song.
Like maybe “We Shall Overcome Someday,”
overcome the stupid things we say.
Say, “I need more than this,” and
say, “I needed one more kiss-
We left that light on way too long now.”
Let’s plant a bomb at city hall-
kill an MLA.
We’ll talk the night away-
you call in sick, I’ll quit the word-games I play.
I swear I way-more-than-half believe it when I say that somewhere,
cynicism falls asleep and tyranny talks to itself.
