I met Diane, Claudia, Alba,
Waiting for the march to begin,
In a small train-stop-town
While Marines landed in the Middle East,
New casualties, the war expanded while
Bitter winds blew, encouraging us to go home.
Families, veterans, guide dogs, wheelchairs,
Worried about wars, bullying, unemployment,
Panicked about inflation, international relations,
Saddened about those incarcerated, senseless murders
Hoping in some very small way to make a difference.
I remembered the "olden days" of watching the big kids
Long air flowing blowing in the wind, literally,
As they sat in protest at on the quad
As we marched slowly back onto the yellow bus
This was a far more diverse crowd!


2 comments:
Wow, I love how you formatted your observations. Someone else (eek! I can't remember) wrote about protesting and showing up. The constant need for people to rise up is evident in our world right now. Thank you for showing up.
Anita, I am hopeful when I see photos like yours. I love that your poem brings the current happenings for soldiers in the Middle East to the forefront and paints that image loud and clear front and center.
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