Give Thanks to Protestors and Poets

A poem by Shel Silverstein speaks to the masses at Occupy Wall Street. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! 

FISH?

The little fish eats the tiny fish,

The big fish eats the little fish - 

So only the biggest fish get fat. 

Do you know any folks like that?

- Shel Silverstein

And to all the Native Americans whose homeland we trampled, raped and are still killing slowly because we never knew, and still do not know, any better:

FORGOTTEN LANGUAGE

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,

Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,

and shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.

Once i heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,

And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,

Once I spoke the language of the flowers...

How did it go?

How did it go?

- Shel Silverstein