Crusade, according to Wikipedia, is a vigorous concerted movement for a cause or against an abuse.
Holler, holler holler!
Here’s a shout out to all the scooped out
folks in the world.
A blanketless sleeper aware in sleep of their many vulnerabilities
Malignancies in my vision, I see bad things.
Weeping can be heard from upstairs. Who’s crying?
Sorrow from nowhere, I can’t find the source.
How often does one ponder their place in space
as often as the color of their carpets and countertops;
home decor over metaphysics any day.
Who has time to contemplate when there is a sale at Pottery Barn?
Can’t even take a whiff of the roses ‘cuz I just got tweeted.
Sledgehammer the Starbuck’s.
Pulverize every aspect of the material;
turning it into nothing except time.
A new battle to be waged that
bids an eternal good night to the insipid and the crank
handlers with broken hands,
escorts the trivial and banal to the bottom of a river,
begins a quest for enlightenment, the hope of squeezing the
lungs of empathy, a most dire resuscitation
for fresh air.