I’m growing more political of late.
So rarely tempted to cooperate,
I seldom work with others very well,
but now that we are rocketing to hell
I’m hopeful like it’s 1968.

We’re shaky, but perhaps we can create
a different future and a fairer fate.
I want to live to hear what time will tell.
I’m growing more.

Beset by a barrage, beneath the weight
of viral load and idiots of great
venality, we’re gathering in fell
environments, amassing to expel
the ills we’re all too sick to tolerate.
I’m growing more.