Protesting
Protesting
Written: by Tom Wright
7-8-2016
Protesting has become a dangerous game,
Creating property damage and often killing.
It accomplishes little but occurs just the same,
Working on inequalities seems we’re unwilling.
Those thought oppressed want their payday,
Spouting slogans and shouldering their signs.
Thinking this might another’s opinion sway,
Desiring to rise above their present confines;
But I don’t see protest as getting this done,
Unless hearts change somewhere along the way;
The answer won’t be found in outlawing the gun,
Things aren’t apt to change until we all pray.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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