A Movement Sprung

Out of the square madness of civilization
Out of the utter chaos of accumulation
And the armpit stench of the dollar
Out of the flames in the pit of greed
Came to be a movement

Out of the circle of co-cooperations
And riding on the wheels of generosity
Confronting sharing versus possessing
A movement came to be

Out on the parks and plazas
A movement that could be/Became
When the genes of our precursors collided
In the zero atmosphere of impossibility

To prove yet once again:
That spring petals flying on the air challenge the silence
As it should be
That the cacophony of voices make songs
From our cries & sound on the streets
Sometimes people vote/with their words & rage
To elect moving the wind away from the mill/ towards possibilities