THE PICKET LINE 

They maintain the line before the paid souls in blue, believing themselves to be the cause 

When, in fact, they maintain the rage through futility, rhetoric and a lacking cry 

That would’ve touched the vein of the society with which we don’t share a discourse 

And sit in the clouds with their textbooks that speak of a war where they dared to ask why 



The want the change now but they can’t work out how. 



If only they could see that the world has changed, and that the marches have seen better days, 

As they wave and scream and are captured by the camera for the sake of the second page. 

When any bystander could say that the powerful minds are changed not by shouting into the maze 

But by exerting some pressure from the collective voice and scaring their approval gauge 



We must all stand and fight but in a way that it is right

By Bjorn Jarvis with a brief dilemma.