Tardy to the party, but glad to be here. Life got in my way, or I'd been here earlier.
I have read S. Crane's poem again and again over the years. It must make we think. So I decided to try my hand at it. I don't know what to say under the title, but I'm thinking I need to give Crane credit. Thank you for reading and thinking on this.
Protests Are Gentle
(after War Is Kind by Stephen Crane)
Mothers, do not fret,
for protests are gentle.
Wild fists fly high into sky.
Mates and children, somewhere else.
Fret no more.
Protests are gentle.
Chaos has a croaky voice
as found on battlefields.
These wild ones hunger for battle,
but fame does not come close.
Impressive is the protest-god
leaning toward celebrated confusion.
Mothers, do not fret.
Distancing and masking
play no parts. Nor does hand-washing.
Come. You are welcome.
Watch how rage flairs up
as demonstrators erupt
against corrupt law and order.
Is that right? Do they remember why?
Do not fret.
Protests are gentle.
Sweat runs down foreheads,
bodies push and shove,
strip, rip and tear.
The other shoe drops.
At last, a chance for achievement.
Perhaps to be called heroic.
Mother whose chest hurts to breathe,
do not fret.
Protests are gentle.
I have read S. Crane's poem again and again over the years. It must make we think. So I decided to try my hand at it. I don't know what to say under the title, but I'm thinking I need to give Crane credit. Thank you for reading and thinking on this.
Protests Are Gentle
(after War Is Kind by Stephen Crane)
Mothers, do not fret,
for protests are gentle.
Wild fists fly high into sky.
Mates and children, somewhere else.
Fret no more.
Protests are gentle.
Chaos has a croaky voice
as found on battlefields.
These wild ones hunger for battle,
but fame does not come close.
Impressive is the protest-god
leaning toward celebrated confusion.
Mothers, do not fret.
Distancing and masking
play no parts. Nor does hand-washing.
Come. You are welcome.
Watch how rage flairs up
as demonstrators erupt
against corrupt law and order.
Is that right? Do they remember why?
Do not fret.
Protests are gentle.
Sweat runs down foreheads,
bodies push and shove,
strip, rip and tear.
The other shoe drops.
At last, a chance for achievement.
Perhaps to be called heroic.
Mother whose chest hurts to breathe,
do not fret.
Protests are gentle.