
Nobody knows
Just exactly what to do
With hands so small,
Full with signs and
plastic-printed whistles;
Poor armor when set
Against hard metal and
Hot
Bullets.
Our fear whispers:
“Stay inside, safe in
Darkened houses, wait
For danger to pass,
Surely someone is coming
To cry for reason,
To speak out
Against brutality,
Someone with the power
And knowledge of law
And order.”
But despite the horror,
In spite of the riot
Within our pounding hearts,
We step out
Into the streets
And it it freezing, but still
There is a warmth in our
Shared purpose.
We should be
At work,
At school,
Shopping for our
Families, but there are
People trapped by
Bars or threats, and so
We walk,
We stand,
We sing,
We share,
And in this we build
Something they cannot
Break: a blueprint
For others, an
Understanding for our fellows.
Because the world is watching,
Because they are coming,
But we are pretty good
At speaking Truth,
And together, we are more
Than they expected.
We surge, a wave
Warm enough
To melt
The ice.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
They/She. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
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Comments (1)
While sad there’s the message of hope. Powerful poem