Brats

The coffee farmer earns pennies a month
Sweating in equatorial sun
For coffee you pay dollars a cup
Hold the hot deep smoky brew
Take a sip
Turn the screw

Corrupt billionaire kings sell their people
With oil you consume driving to the mall
In your new 9-mpg SUV
Leaning on your horn at the homeless in the crosswalk
They
Are in your way

Will “Give me mine!” be silenced
Only when the mob rips the voice
From ever-consuming never-satisfied mouths
Still breathing “Give me mine!” even in dying?

Skip the coffee today
Send the coffee grower a month’s pay
Leave the gas hog home
Spare the earth one day’s carbon mo

Choke back your daily verbal spew
Of all you think you got coming to you
Learn now to start giving some of it away
If you don’t, they’re going to come get it someday