Be Part of the Revolt

Don’t let age slow you down
You still got fire and your words
 burn hot spots and pivot heads
This is no time to sit down and say
let those who can hoist weights
and run round and round
carry the placards, stand in front
of storefronts, yell and carry on
demanding change—This is everyone’s
battle. If your stomach churns and bile
rumbles then you need to add your words,
stand your stance and take your place
If we don’t take part, if we don’t join
then all that marching, all those songs,
everything we stood for turns to stone—
a shabby reminder of long gone protests
and dreams of a just place to live
where people had each other’s backs,
where people weren’t squeezed by big business,
where you told your truth loud and clear
where you called a lie a lie
where the color of your skin
or how you worshipped didn’t matter
Join the swell— we still have voices,
still have pens— and we know history,
we know how dark it can get
Be the candle, strike a match
Be open to a revolution