Outrageous Acts
Forty years ago,
I stood looking from the brink,
Trying to decide.
I jumped in feet first.
Holding the air in tightly,
I started to cough.
I looked to the sun.
It warmed my resolve to act.
I told my story
With out a whisper.
I was understood this time,
And fear went away.
I still hold my breath.
Every stage of life is hard,
Every act a risk.
Peace and injustice,
Dancing around each other,
Shadowing the past.
Such a cloudy pair,
Strife and conflict still abound.
Too many wars now.
The revolution,
Exhausting futility,
What can be done now?
Outrageous acts slow.
They are few and far between,
Now that we are old.
Our hearts, are beating
For our sisters and brothers
Can we still rise up?
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