On Seeing Images of Unrest in the Ukraine

Oh it is far too easy to be angry,
To be young, unshrinking, and unafraid.
To march behind high banners and violent song,
And die a martyr for another’s crusade.

I watch young men, my age, breaking themselves
Like waves upon the shore, and I know
That there’s a better way to change this world:
Grow old in the halls of power, and learn the secrets kept below.

I will be that man who walks the silent corridors
Where old men send the young men out to die.
I will war with my pencil, strike with my pen,
Learn the truths that they want hid, unravel every lie.

And when I have grown old in the halls of power,
And the young men gather to bring me down,
I will look upon the world that I have wrought
And tell them, with a frown,
That this was how I changed the world: not with a bang, but a whisper.

Advertisements

One thought on “On Seeing Images of Unrest in the Ukraine

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s