The winds of change
They blow too close to my home
But never knock down the walls that entomb me
partly because I built the walls
with my own blood & sweat
To keep me from facing the Truth
that all must share & bear
the burden of ambition equally
& the ones who don’t
are to be left by the wayside
for the sands of time to swallow.
The tide, they tell me, of passion is rising.
frothing & chomping at the bits
to charge these very walls roughshod
& tear them apart brick by brick.
But then again, there are too many
bits in too many mouths,
gagging & quietening too many tongues,
with no fair & steady hand at the reigns
as ravenous tumult tops the desires of most
in a time when sanity is cowardice.
For the revolutionaries of my time.