Ideals
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Edited 02/11/22
Ideals
Ideals
High ideals?
We all had them
In the forties, in college,
those long, all-night
heated arguments,
sitting cross-legged
on the floor,
debating how
to change the world.
Words – ideas,
what we could do
some day.
Twenty years
before the sixties,
waves of political injustices
student revolutions
on campuses
across the country,
young scholars
no longer debating,
leaving their classes,
holding sit-ins, hunger strikes,
storming offices
and police barricades,
damaging buildings.
Our goals – to study,
burn the midnight oil,
to keep our scholarships,
graduate, get a job,
vote, elect worthy
candidates to Congress.
Our generation
brought up to respect
authority, work with,
not against,
certainly not with violence.
We were wrong.
Progress does not
happen with time
and debate.
It comes with
true passion for a
just cause, zeal, intention,
action to break through
set boundaries,
challenging the
status quo in real time.
With violence? No.
Unwavering resistance, yes.
Violence brings only thirst
For vengeance, not results.
Stand firm.
Rejecting injustice
even when condemned.
Seat yourself
in the front of the bus.
Walk on the restricted beach,
Take in and
protect immigrants.
Demand real living wage.
Block those who force
restricted access
to women’s clinics.
Join a mass protest against
ageism, sexism,
unfair practices
targeting the “others”.
Ideals minus action
are useless dreams.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2022
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