Protest

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Clutched, I find our picket signs are
Painted hearts on wicked minds
Graffiti love–this sleepless town
A neon drug with wired sounds
The weak, the few, the scattered are
The warriors of tomorrow’s coup
Indifference: the enemy
The power: us. The weapon: you.
The cause is what we make of it
With future eyes’ unsilenced gaze
Across the codes we write of love
Across the viruses of hate
We pen a history to come
A melody as yet unsung
And cast our vote beneath the sheets
Of being free–of being we

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40 responses to “Protest

  1. “Across the codes we write of love
    Across the viruses of hate
    We pen a history to come” This is what we must continue doing more and
    more of, just as we did on the SOPA/PIPA online
    protests and emails. Then we just continue to
    show even more love and support to those near
    at hand, as you indicate in your closing lines.

  2. It truly amazes me the way you can find words to express. Another excellent piece my friend.
    Have a great rest of the the day, VW! And thank you for stopping in this morning!
    Hugs, Deb xx

  3. Tear them down
    Let the great drums sound
    Bury this evil in the ground
    As ourselves we are few
    But together we are the greatest one
    The loudest mind under the sun
    Link arms and forward march
    No lawyer could hope to stop us
    No gate could stand in our way
    Let you voice ring loud and clear today
    Cup you hands and shout out “NAY!”

    Your flow swept me away and the words carried me even higher. The flow of all of your verses reflects the topic, and that is a gift ๐Ÿ™‚
    Andrea

  4. Amazing! To me, this poem is illustrative of the ongoing struggle that the present must face in order to be able to answer adequately to history. The question being: did we stand up for the truth? Thank you very much for sharing this, my friend.

  5. “Clutched, I find our picket signs are
    Painted hearts on wicked minds
    Graffiti loveโ€“this sleepless town
    A neon drug with wired sounds”

    Wow! From start to finish….awesome poetry!!!

  6. Really cool image once again V.W. You really are a unique being knowing a little about your background. Yes, I think something is building under the sheets that may one day confront with equal force the indifference…and if not, I prefer to be under the sheets.

  7. Interesting poem….”Clutched, I find our picket signs are/ Painted hearts on wicked minds…” and….”Across the codes we write of love/Across the viruses of hate…” These two parts stood out and spoke to me the most. Very nice…

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