They don’t watch it on the news
From their televisions or cellphones.
No, it’s unfolding right outside of their
windows:
The clicks and blasts,
Shells of bullets and shards of glass,
Smoke and fire,
Fists and weapons – rancorous and
corybantic.
The scene ripening. Their eyes motionless.
Their mother offers light, loving touches
onto each of their shoulders.
A reassurance that this day will pass and
there will be a better tomorrow.
Unaware that the seeds have been sown
In their hearts and minds a commitment to
a solution for society; the ultimate
sacrifice for any revolution – grow older,
walk away, and never procreate.