Revolutionary Days
Dressed for comfort and play
worn blue jeans
signature red jackets --
as red as the distinctive tricots
of revolutionary Bastille days --
their slide whistles shrieking
their drums booming defiance
chanting slogans
blocking rush-hour traffic
echoes of 'Madame Guillotine...'
These school-teachers
turned performance artists
torpedo sincere, generous proposals
to further the educational
and vocational prospects of
360,000 public school students
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