Posted by Lara on May 20, 2002 at 05:06:02:
This is not a Honku, but I read aabout the Honku movement in the Los Angeles Times, and I was moved by the concept of fighting crass modern attitudes with poetry. This is my poem... the suv-onnet:
Compatriots! On Eastern Coast afar,
amirror to our tale of strife, you hold.
The value of a So-Cal driven car
is using too much space and too much gold.
O, soccer moms, and your Suburbans grand,
care ye not for your child's blackened lung?
O, teenage boy, with your Rover of Land,
the party ends, your life is not Wang Chung.
For as your cell phone rings upon your dash,
your bumper hogs a second parking space,
you take part in our nation's quest for cash.
Our planet's oil does vanish with no trace.
For as you deeply dig our planet's ditch,
you make Bush and his mideast friends quite rich.