behold she stands alone in the street, <br />there she is, this single protester <br />standing with her placard and chanting <br />slogans, and her outraged thoughts <br />sings with fierce force of voice, <br />her right to be heard, <br /> <br />if she is alone and solitary, her <br />cause must be frivolous whimsical, <br />are there no other champions to join, <br />yet her voice carries over the roof tops <br />and the walls hear her anger, and the streets, <br />the sorrow and melancholy of the children <br /> <br />they are hungry, the bottomless pit of <br />fear and want, have beseeched their thin bodies <br />and weak frames, she does not cry for alms <br />for handouts and food stamps, she cries <br />for employment and fair wages in the 21st <br />is there no one to join the solitary protester, <br /> <br />the government shrugs and <br />even patrons have disappeared <br />still she stands, till a police wagon <br />give her a citation and warn <br />protesting is illegal without a license, <br />carries her off, leaving the children <br />at the curb <br /> <br />where did we go wrong, <br />saying, the setup up is to blame <br />and the profiteers, doesn't fill the stomach <br />or stop the tears<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-solitary-demonstrator/
