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POLITICAL CHANGE
Revolution
A poem about someone who feels heard
“Always inform yourself; always do the best you can; always vote.”
— Walt Whitman
I saw a man holding up a political sign.
The man was grungy, penniless,
and looked like he lived in the park —
but it didn’t matter.
He was rich in spirit.
He held up a crooked sign
with his crooked arms,
and I saw a tear slide down his mottled face.
He had enough spirit to inspire
a roomful of beaten-down souls.
He had enough courage
to start a revolution,
and enough passion
to see it through.
He was sick of being unheard,
and a part of a voiceless crowd.
He was broke, hurt, grief-stricken
but still had enough life
to speak out at a town hall meeting.
Finally, he said, there’s a candidate that cares.
A politician who represented his needs,
and wasn’t an elitist, a billionaire, or a party…
