Redemption of a Protest Kid
First people laughed.
Then people cried.
Thinking thoughts of the ungluing.
Less corrupt times left behind.
Where were you in the meantime.
Did you feel it in the streets?
Where were the protests or did
you hide under your sheets?
A coward unwilling to bring change.
Maybe you’ll be given another chance.
At that time may you be ready for the
moment. Realize what’s at stake.
And meet it head on.
The world desperately needs heroes.
Invested in doing their small part.
Fighting for a cause bigger than
themselves. Ring the bells, sound
the alarm. History will record
your time of being alive.
Then people cried.
Thinking thoughts of the ungluing.
Less corrupt times left behind.
Where were you in the meantime.
Did you feel it in the streets?
Where were the protests or did
you hide under your sheets?
A coward unwilling to bring change.
Maybe you’ll be given another chance.
At that time may you be ready for the
moment. Realize what’s at stake.
And meet it head on.
The world desperately needs heroes.
Invested in doing their small part.
Fighting for a cause bigger than
themselves. Ring the bells, sound
the alarm. History will record
your time of being alive.
Significant Sparrow
It’s all a dream I try to do some good.
Don’t know how I got here or there
or what’s understood. I am spirit
watching myself move, sometimes
effortlessly without a care other times
weighted walking lead. I’m not far
behind or ahead, I’m perfectly aligned
instead bearing the weight of my cross.
Counting my blessings like a thankful
sparrow being fed by its mother in hopes
of leaving the nest for the first time.
Aware of its singular essence and the nature
of its calling. Still it’s so sad to be separated.
We all find it so hard finding our way home.
Don’t know how I got here or there
or what’s understood. I am spirit
watching myself move, sometimes
effortlessly without a care other times
weighted walking lead. I’m not far
behind or ahead, I’m perfectly aligned
instead bearing the weight of my cross.
Counting my blessings like a thankful
sparrow being fed by its mother in hopes
of leaving the nest for the first time.
Aware of its singular essence and the nature
of its calling. Still it’s so sad to be separated.
We all find it so hard finding our way home.
Robert Pegel writes about the fragility of life and the search for transformation. He holds a BA in English from Columbia and is a Best of the Net nominee. Robert’s debut poetry chapbook is available now with Bottlecap Press. He has been published in North Dakota Quarterly, Door is a Jar, MockingHeart Review, The Honest Ulsterman, The Corvus Review and others. Robert lives in Andover, NJ with his wife, Zulma.