How to Survive

by Chani Zwibel / February 12th, 2017

What use our little lives?
To what end, small toiling?
What purpose served by the generations we set in dust or cradle?
Why, survival, my dear.

Tyrants rise, and tyrants fall,
And still the money men hold the fate of all
Pockets lined
With blood and gold
The bootstrap myth
Is tiresome and old

Make Art,
which is everlasting,
and bows to no tyrant.

Chani Zwibel is a graduate of Agnes Scott College, a poet, wife and dog-mom who was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but now dwells in Marietta, Georgia. She enjoys writing poetry after nature walks and daydreaming. Read other articles by Chani.

This article was posted on Sunday, February 12th, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.