Revolution
The revolution comes
on silent feet of anger
frustration
loss
survivor guilt
resolution.
The entitled children of those who wouldn't go
wouldn't dare
wouldn't stand
sit looking over America
on silent haunches
of power
inherited provision and decision
and would move on
but for those standing shoulder to shoulder in the blood
from gifts of lives, futures, fortunes of those they know by name
from battlefields around the world for the freedom of others.
And the revolution comes,
on silent feet of anger
deeper than the blood.
by E. Marshall Evans
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