Here is a poem about apathy. It might be useful to ask ourselves, if our country was our house (as in "home"), which it is, without waxing too metaphorical, what would be its condition?

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So much to do around here
I have a long list and
I have the tools
I have lots of tools
Tools for cutting
Measuring
Sanding
Sawing
Sharpening
Leveling
Planing
Digging
Edging
Plumbing
Chopping
Scraping
Painting and caulking
Digging
Nailing
And pulling nails
Plenty of tools
Duplicates even
Some belonged to my father
Yes there they are waiting
There is so much to do
Where should I begin
Everything around here
Needs so much work
Falling down
Eroding
Rotting
Chipping
Leaking
Needing repair or replacement
Sometimes I think
I should just tear
The whole place down
And start from scratch
But winter is coming
And one of these mornings
Won't I wake up and find
Snow covering my tools

Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.


He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.