ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Its as good a day as any
for what's going down,
it even brought the elderly out
of their apartments,
chats of a tragedy
bringing out the revolutionary
of their younger days,
Picket signs floating around
them like rebellious ghosts,

they have brought grievances
to the forefront, of scars left
to fester atop wounded streets,
sun burnt and barefoot across
time,

Autumn blows and hands keep
Ridged in air, a human chain
stretching, cries like Marley's
plea, loud and still unheard,

the new and restless grip
batons over barriers, blue walls,
hipsters against barricades
in defiance of an all seeing eye,
each hand illuminating a light
even the creator can see
one, the world refuses to
acknowledge,

step in pace among the crowd,
along the road less traveled.