The stone doesn't fall far from the riot police

This is a quick poem I wrote for a dear friend who is an avid activist and is having her first child.

I often wonder if your child
leading other toddlers single file
will march in circles round and round
chubby legs and stoic frown

signs written in crayon
raised up high
a whole two and a half feet
pointing to the sky

tiny fists beating tiny chests
with not so tiny voices to protest
the horrors that do insist
to irritate them til their pissed

and Mama Chandra changes diapers
a little powder and butt wipers
and after a little nap or two
find some new cause to pursue

new literature will line the shelf
to live thy neighbor more than thy self
"Hop on Cop" and "The Whistleblower's Apprentice"
"How a poor American can see the Dentist"

Revolution spreading cross the land
starting in a box of sand
Change is coming can't you see
it stands so tall just past your knee
 

Author's Note

the word live in the fifth stanza is not a typo

Reviews

[brae]

This is very cute. Very vivid picture of the baby activist. But if "live" isn't a typo, can you explain to me why you decided to use that word instead of love?

[Cherrie]

she'll love it

[Samuel Dickens]

What a hoot! That's some keen sense of humor--I enjoyed this a lot. Your ryhmes are spot-on, too.

[Obsidian Blackbird McNi..]

wow! this one got my mind cogs a turnin, reminds me of a documentary I heard on BBC3 the other night about how school is really just a way of programmin youngsters for work life.

i never thought i would find a poem like this on this site. good job

[Sean M. Addams]

this is a very thought provoking piece the imagery is really strong in this flow is good and the detail in this is right on.... overall nice job on this