Call a strike against this world
for a bluer one, a purpler one;
one where­­­­ arms will never fail
to embrace us against darkness.

Protest the deaths of friends and love.
Protest science without magic.

Picket for an Earth with imaginary colors
and more moons.
Picket for life in an alternate dimension,
where all can fly
and birds can speak.

This world force-feeds us logic and offices,
locks us out of childhood
and nights prone to stars.
Protest light pollution.

Demand free passage for us borderliners
and equal pay for thoughts.
Demand cats’ rights
and floral equality for dandelions.

Boycott splinters and paper cuts.
Boycott Mondays.

Be a troublemaker, be demonstrative.
Hug a cloud! Organize lightning strikes!
Stand with the tigers’ blockade.

Incite a slowdown against time flying.
Join a silent march for more snow and new glaciers.

Provoke a riot against tight underwear.
Stage a walkout from nightmares.

This is a direct call to indirect action,
an indirect call to direct action.

Resist gravity—
uprise skyward!