Put the Grandmas in the Central Bank

You hear me holler early

“the interests rates are moving”

Inflation in a mood

I told you not to gamble

In rats and lies from them

Why we need a penis

To tell the lies about the line?

Talking about care

Or feeding all the babies

-not real enough to run it – no pussies –

In our economies of shame.

Let’s count out

Our stories of hate and greed and envy.

Let’s make it real

Each rape a drain on GDP

Let’s tax abusers at a higher rate

The thieves who steal our futures

Let’s take away their privilege

Let’s bring the grandma’s back.

I’ll write that briefing note!

Stitched on a quilt of all our knowledge.

Then we will take it to the Elders

To lands and stars and peoples

“We never dies”

Not just for the model, math or theory,

But because our stories carry us

Where our measures

Are the laughter of a family

The ratio of love to respect

Long etched into our eyes

Let the numbers dance before us

Like light medicines from the old and deep

Put the grandmas in the central bank,

So I won’t holler early

Except to see and old friend

As a surprise, sunny day gift.

Pehiw – Awakening 2022