Poem: Sub-society

We tear up the streets

tossing coins to the men

and women who sit by the wall--

writing WAR in spray paint

onto the stop signs,

being warriors for change we think.

We sit in at the council meetings

arguing with the ones who want

sameness over innovation-

status quo over new ideas.

We are the loud ones

who build tents in the park,

who challenge the bureaucrats

that want only the things

they can have for themselves

and the people they serve.

We are tattered and torn,

guarded but open,

talkative and secretive--

we need only the things

that change and grow.