Ode To My Generation
They speak about rights
they picket in front
of the Capitol Building--standing
holding signs written in markers
about freedoms their parents never had.
in speeches, they talk about
the fight for what their beating hearts
tell them is true.
My heart may lead me down a different path
But
I raise my celebratory glass
in honor of people that
picket, hand out buttons, and write speeches
speaking their minds, while opening
their hearts.
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