Here and there the trees are firebrands,
Autumnal immolation,
Those bold enough to know the cold
And act accordingly
Acknowledgement, reconciliation, preparation.
This is the changing season,
More the shifting years
Than some sudden equinox.
These are retribution hours
Go for the love of going,
Run for the thrill of the pace.
If hooded in black you hold the line
And if you free animals from a cage
And if you attack that border fence
Or rescue families from the waves
If you make food for those without,
And if you pour sugar in to their machines,
If you help those stolen by jail
Or fight for your neighbours basic needs,
You the still unafraid to love
A demand for the end of demands!
The sun still shines,
And it would be a waste
To not only lose tomorrow
But also lose today.