The Big Ought Tree | A Protest Parable

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From The Book of Intersections, Chapter IX

I met my love by the Big Ought Tree

Its fruits and leaves so fair and free.

It told us what we both should do

To save the world and make it new:

"Tear down the systems that confine,

Topple statues, demand resign

Every head of state who won't

Bend the knee to what is Woke."

And thus my love and me we got

Our friends to help with the Big Ought

Tree's great plan, and through the town

Our chants and marches did resound.

And once the Mayor bent to us,

We demanded that she trust

Us to enact the Big Tree's will—

To dismantle Capitol Hill.

And when the buildings of the State

Were but some cinders—then we ate

The fruit the Big Ought Tree bequeathed:

The Knowledge of what lies beneath

Every system, good or bad:

It's all just Power! And so we had

Our senators and teachers stand

Upon a platform, beside the band.

And one by one we hung them high

As music gleeful filled the sky!

We laughed and shouted as they pissed

And shat themselves—naught was amiss.

For they who ran the systems that

Oppressed us, and the habitat

Destroyed—our leaders duly paid

For all mistakes our culture made.

Then back we went, my love and me,

To where stood proud the Big Ought Tree.

We climbed its boughs, and there we slept

And when we woke, all that was left

Of society was ash—we thrilled

At this our chance to finally build

A daring, bright utopia

Free of the old myopia.

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