By John R. Greenwood
There is no wasted revolution
that brings peace to strangers,
light to desperation.
Circle the granite wagons.
Only separated will we crack and turn to ash.
Spin the screw tight.
Smother bigotry and hate.
Talk is cheap when watered with
weakness and slouched spirit.
There remains one chance to cleanse the soul at hand.
It is time.
My submission for: Sunday Whirl