Talkin' 'bout a Revolution

My eyes fill each time I round the corner

At the Main Four

Buoyed by the sea of people

They spread across the courthouse lawn

And down the street heading east

As far as I can see

Hand painted messages on cardstock

Attached to paint sticks held overhead

Proclaim the rage and disillusion we all feel so deeply

The crowds grow larger each time

As we gather by the hundreds and thousands

Desperate to stop the assaults on our democracy

To make our voices heard

And open the hearts of those

Supposedly in charge

When buying tamales from street vendors

Becomes an act of rebellion

Akin to dumping tea into Boston Harbor

When whistle blower takes on new meaning

Warning those at risk to take cover

As ICE invades our neighborhoods

Buying extra canned goods each time I shop

Boxes of ammunition for my .410

And of course, the rolls and rolls and rolls of toilet paper

Blinders of naivety ripped away

As the drumbeat grows louder

The possibility of civil war looming on the horizon