The Seeds

Their youthful tears are watering

the seeds of revolution.

A culture revolution

based a classic ideal.

“Justice and Equality for all.”

A simple concept. Overly rationalized

through the two American Centuries,

and then some.  It is a beautiful idea,

oft ignored when incompatible with money.

I’ve felt those hot tears of youth

streaming down my own face when

the injustice and inequality of the world

seems overwhelming.

I’ve felt that stinging stagnation of

a culture benumbed into mediocrity

through familiarity. It’s just the same old

same old and there’s nothing to be done.

It seems however, we were wrong, and

youthful tears may be the salve or even

the venom to cure or infect the malaise

that has permeated this obese American morality.

There is no Justice, but equal justice.

There is no Equality, but just equality.

This idea is so clear in their young faces,

that the unfairness of the world is not to be accepted.

It is only unfair because we allow it to be by

choosing who is equal and who gets justice,

who has the authority and who doesn’t.

We are the makers and unmakers of fairness.

 I see my reflection in their flowing tears,

and I feel my own soul weeping, yet I hope

that those tears are not shed in vain and the

tears flood the fields of helplessness.

That the seeds there are nurtured and burst

forth in plenty, clear in their bounty,

ready to nourish a country, a body, a mind,

fighting for the most simple of concepts.

“Justice and Equality for All.”