The Protest

We of humble heart protest
Doubtless is the passion
Circumventing hapless fools
Protesting indignation.

We humble objector’s loot
Incensed- why not- lets frenzy
Like raving zombies- look cops
Psyched up ready for a scrap.

We humble chanters ranting
People power- things will change
Rage our pious stratagem
We the injured will avenge.

There’s comfort in our numbers
Righteous we –over the top
And falling all together
Psyched up ready for the chop.

She with blindfold sword and scales
Oblivious and righteous
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Jennings Avatar
October 26, 2010 at 9:23 PM
Riot, Mob, She, a cause to avenge, there is nothing more dangerous than being rightous and oblivious and feeling comforted in numbers. You wrote well to identify them as a seperate indivuals in a group by repeating "we", and showing their unity by using "She", at this point they are blinded and molded into one cause. I don't believe there is a power in this type of protesting when an individual gives up their identity and is eager for the cops to scrap with.
Delacroix Avatar
October 23, 2010 at 2:13 PM
Interesting write that I find appropriate in these times of great tribulations! Well done, David!
Mehta Avatar
October 21, 2010 at 7:44 AM
Nice and creative write, enjoyed it, David
Henderson Avatar
October 20, 2010 at 9:39 PM
It seems to me I can see through the cyniscism in this write to where you would like for the "people power" to grow to. We have to have faith in the movement or it doesn't stand a chance. I have faith that the tea party and the republicans can come to a common ground. If that happens, things will start changing. Charles
Devonshire Avatar
October 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM
Many of us have been protesting much of our lives, David. If there's power in numbers, why haven't we changed the world? Really like the way you referred to lady Justice in the last verse. Perhaps as we grow older we lose the belief that our protests will accomplish something. So nice to see you posting again, my friend. I can relate to this great write. Love, Carolyn
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