Sunday, March 27, 2016

Feeling the Bern

There is a stirring in the land,
a quaking in the body politic.
Encrusted layers of thought and habit
are cracking and falling off,
and ways long dormant
are rising in voice and action.
The bonds enslaving minds are breaking,
and lies no longer have their grip.
The dawning day is bright with purpose,
a stirring in the land of masses yearning,
a tide of their determination turning.

1 comment:

  1. An excellent poem, and a pleasure to read. Thank you for writing it!