Strength in the Standing
We gathered at a cornerwith signs as signals
of disagreement and disillusion,
fear placed aside for purpose.
We began our mission
discussing safety and strategy,
new signs each week as
new issues came forth.
Verbal attacks came often,
trucks gunning engines,
exhaust thrown in our faces,
an angry little man stomping past.
Now, the shouts have weakened,
more ups than downs
as middle fingers are replaced
with thumbs stuck up.
We began as strangers,
nervous, unsure of each other,
but now we stand as friends,
bound by more than cause.
The signs are set,
no longer really mattering;
it is in the gathering
that we hold our strength.
The angry little man
still stomps past,
decries our patriotism.
We just smile and keep talking.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-06-26 at 14:55
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