They work, walk, stop, shop.
They go to the flea market.
Flea-free dog in tow.
…
They sit, stand, walk, work.
Giving, living selflessly.
Scruffy dog in tow.
…
They are pacifists,
conscientious objectors.
They are activists.
They made some new signs,
and stood in silent vigil.
Until the smoke clears.
…
With their sleeves rolled up,
they use hands, heads, hearts, show up,
not shut up, let up.
Working organized,
in towns, farms, guilds, unions.
They don't waste our time.
…
Though still far from goal,
they’re quite closer than they were
when started walking.
While they’re not done yet,
much is better than it was
when started working.
…
In spite of self-doubt,
they show up, stand up, speak up,
write their heart out loud.
…
Some weep and murmur,
capturing the attention
of the merciful.
Some yell and threaten,
demanding the attention
of the powerful.
…
Some may do this, that,
moved by ignorance, greed, fear.
Misguided, off-track.
…
We are wise workers,
not wanton wild warriors.
We are gardeners.
…
To think one knows all
can hurt many, do much harm,
when wielding power.
When wielding power,
it behooves us to speak truth,
act wisely, be kind.
…
‘Truth is a defense,’
said the bright, kind attorney.
May truth, light prevail.
