The Trickster’s Laugh Echoes Through the Wasteland

Coyote grins through tear gas,
Raven dances on burning cars,
while Loki picks the locks
of civilization’s cages

Sacred clowns throw bricks
through authority’s windows,
holy fools turn power’s tools
into cosmic jokes

Every protest needs its tricksters
Every revolution needs its jesters
Every rebellion needs the chaos
Of divine disorder’s children

See them painting rainbows
on tank armor,
leaving banana peels
at riot police feet

The trickster teaches:
how to slip through cracks,
how to turn weakness to strength,
how to make power laugh itself dead

In society’s shadows
sacred mischief makers
plant seeds of chaos
in order’s gardens

Their laughter echoes
through dead malls,
turns corporate towers
into cosmic comedy

We are their children:
wearing masks of mirth,
throwing pies at power,
dancing past control