Thursday, February 2, 2017

A Poem I wrote after the January 21st Women's March

After the March

We went home,
feeling exhilarated, glowing
From a sense of community,
Solidarity, purpose—

The thugs in power—they
Returned to their big desks,
Fancy offices, huge staffs, big budgets,

To the levers of power,
To their perfect confidence
That they could crush us,

Annoying protesters.

[Bob Coughlin / January 22, 2017]

The Women's March was so exhilarating, so full of hope. But the next day we found ourselves in a country ruled by Donald Trump and what seems like gun thugs. I hope I'm wrong characterizing them this way--but it sure looks like it!

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