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by A. Faye Hicks
The Pagan goddess Esther of long ago
Seated on her throne
Handing out colored Easter Eggs, to her little Bunnies
The Bag Lady in Red, shaking her cup, trying to make a buck
The pharmacies filled with baskets for capital gain
Decorating their windows with wares, to make the queen a profit
Big chocolate bunnies, little pink and yellow rabbits, nestled in greenery
While the Winds and Sands of War, Run Rampart
Up and down the City streets, the shoppers are jostled
The Protesters of War
March with Pride
March in Stride
Hurry, hurry the winds of war is a Terror, a Worry
No houses, no jobs, no Food, no Money
Although the Easter Bunny is coming!
The War Machines Scurry
Oil for Food shouts the Army General
Food not Bombs the people shout
The Mayor of San Francisco Screams
“Stop marching and disrupting my City”
protest this War on your own “Home Base!”
Or “Homeless will have to pay this $900,000 a day
Out of the Care not Cash we set aside for They
Let them put on their Homeless Bonnet
I Hope that Paves the Way
Still the Easter Bunny is on its Way
Hiding colored eggs in city parks
In Glide and St. Anthony’s Food lines
Hop, Hoppity, Hop!
The Muni Bus is stopped
The streets are Blocked
The City of San Francisco is under seige
The mounted police is shouting Please!
As Rocks and Bottles are being hurled, scaring their Thoroughbred Ponies
“ Oh where can I hide my Colored Eggs?”
so they wont be confused as Hand Grenades
2, 000 arrested and detained
The Mayor screams “More Money to be deducted out of the Homeless Pockets”
They can forget about our promises and their Dreams
We have to pay the Police double time
We have to pay the Police triple Time
We don’t care if the Homeless don’t have a Dime
Just stop the Protesters March
Because the Easter Bunny is on His Way!
The Tourist Trade is “Money to be Made”
Their Shopping Shant be Stopped
Hop, Hoppity, Hop!
A. Faye Hicks
March 31, 2003
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