Time Running Out

 

Because

We protest

The silent majority

Squirms

 

Not that they don’t

Agree

They’re just hanging on

To what use to be

 

Knowing

Their days of silence

Are numbered

Before they have to

Make a stand

 

Joining us

Hopefully

Before it’s too late.

 

 

 

 

Fading Fast

 

There has never been

True freedom uncompromised

But America of the present

Is our last chance.

 

 

 

 

Undaunted

 

Down

The street

Clubbing

Us like dogs

 

Bloodied

And still

Kicking a little

Fuss

 

Dragging me

By the collar

Pulling her

By her long hair

 

They believe

We’re done

When out of sight

Of the crowds

 

Heaving us

Into a pile

Of others

Inside a used van

 

The city

Festering

With words

And mistrust

 

The crowds feel

Defeated

Seeing our blood

Wet on the sidewalk

 

But we’ll be back

When the sun comes

Up again and again

Shining the blaze of change!