These Words


these words,
curled upon the pillow of my tongue, slept
while I idled in daydream childhood
traveled with me
from mother’s knee to waiting world
each step prepared them
for this moment
now set them free.

these words
hold hands,
workers united against tyranny and wrong
sing of unity, a song,
a call to those who’ve fallen
to join, to reform family
based on fairness
not on greed,

a need forgotten in bright lights
and star-struck adoration
cruelly crushing those beneath
to reach some promise,
then to find it
empty of human kindness,
void of ethic,
murdered by men in power.

these words,
sing them.
let them ring
so all the world will hear,
so children on their way to school
will learn the song,
sing along
will make it happen.

these words
awaken others
from the comfort of their pillow,
whisper in my ear,
keep me from sleep,
stir my tongue
to utter something brighter
least I weep.


david coyote

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