Taskforce Hop - a poem by Miriam Barr
Everybody wants to start a task force, let’s start a task force they say, we’ll call it a committee, there’ll be a bunch of us up the top and an army down below and we will all work together, and we . will . make . it happen.
-- make what happen?
It. It can be whatever you want it to be, you could call it freedom, but we’ll have a task force, we will meet and talk, meet and talk, meet and talk, it sounds sensible to start with let’s have a task force, would you like to be in the task force? It has a certain ring of responsibility to it doesn’t it, power, task force, we will bring our force to the task, you don’t need to be alone, let’s go.
-- go where?
Anywhere but here, we’ve got a task force, we could go to Antarctica if we wanted to, set up an outpost in the cold, call it little America, call it anything you want to, move in any direction and you will find people who want something else. They have their revolutions too. Let’s start a task force they say. We can call it a movement. A coup. An army. A war. They’ve all got a task force.
It sounds like such a good idea all the time, look a problem, let’s start a task force, come on we’ve got to do something quick, we could strike out right now, I will count the numbers and you will fill the ship, don’t worry, we won’t stay long enough to see the seasons change, the water rising, our hearts, the water rising, our hearts, the water rising, our hearts.
by Miriam Barr
(Poem published with permission. Image original work by AlmightyMelon.)