When?

“I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.” Thoreau

While rock steady drums kept the beat.

Bagpipes signaled the battle cry.

Righteous rain washed souls.

Rushing winds ushered truth.

Principled lives they took.

Faith wasn't just a word in a little black book.

We stood our ground in glory.

Waiting for redemption.

And found a way.

Come hell or high water.

Turning the tide.

What happened to us?

When did we stop caring?

Trying?

Crying?

... When? ...

Author's Note

“One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it. It is not always the same thing to be a good man and a good citizen." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Iam-me]

Beautiful poem and so very true Pete. Thank you for sharing your wisdom and fact with us all.

[Pete]

not always easy to do. easier said than done. thanks Dawn! prayers and blessings your way. stay the course friend ... :)

[Iam-me]

Thank you Pete, and like wie +

Thank you Pete, and likewise right back at you. prayers and blessings your way. hugs Dawn.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

So true- when...and why? Maybe one day we’ll understand- sad that they know not what they do or say- I pray they are forgiven- true hard words- need to be spoken..🌹