My 1st arrest
When they came they gave us Peace signs
the honkers and the smiling, waving
I returned the smiles, cause I knew what we were up to and I knew
it was ganna change some minds.
We brought some of our own signs, and thinking about it now
I wish mine said “This traffic jam
brought to you by the WAR in America”
And then we took the street,
stepping out in front of SUVs
with barricades and cones
to –wait- for the police.
And watching as they’re realizing
that we won’t move unless someone
makes us, they got a little anxious
about the possibility that this
Sitting there in cars crunched to a halt,
their daily commute intruded upon by an
occupation of WAR and on their cell phones
I saw the conversations begin,
traveling out by satellite
an idea like a wake up call.
Their expressions disbelief and dispositions
to reject me as a nuisance in their otherwise
unchallenged lives of misinformation and out right lies.
They paid attention, alright.
But some paid with their lives and I do not apologize
for bringing that to light in the street
the day we made
a parking lot audience of the passers by.
But go ahead, and call that a crime.