Out of our broken mouths
The protests get wilder,
The occupation did not last.
The marches lost their rhythm,
Compelling poets to abandon
Shining harmonies and blow
Shrilly in chopped up phrases,
Raging against the malice
In the heart and at the helm
Of people blinded by false
Promises and propelled by
Dark urges, only nudging us
Not to close our eyes to
What humanity has done in
Good and evil, and not yet
Say goodbye to all that.
George Salamon lives and writes in St. Louis, MO and most recently has contributed to One Sentence Poems, The Asses of Parnassus, Dissident Voice and TheNewVerse.News.
