(spoken in triplets)
The powerful cease to defend themselves,
No longer claim "I'm not a crook!"
Making this moment an opportune time
To share the next cutting-edge book.
The author Joanna I'd heard of for years
But only just recently read.
Still active well into her 96th year,
She long has squeezed hope out of dread.
She identifies certain core issues
Other activists fail to explain,
With insights that pull back the curtain
On the scene of societal pain.
Perhaps it is not just me finding
The age-old balm of Christmas cheer
Can't bring the dependable comfort
It did to my innocent years.
These authors believe our humanity
Will endure beyond corporate greed,
Even if all we build in this lifetime
Is a safe place to stockpile the seed.
May we strive to live as the ancestors
Our descendents will find cause to thank
For the courage and certain compassion,
We did not know we had in the bank.
And may each of our days bring new meaning
And a strangely incongruous peace,
With gratitude following grieving,
Seeing all of our heartbreak release.
—Jeffry 12/15/24
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