I was told today to be decisive.
I was told today that my response
to stopping racism was the typical
answer that would never work and
has never worked.
I was told that my ideals were not enough
You don’t think I want to do a Boston Tea Party
on all their asses,
to burn and pillage, boycott and tear down
all the apathetic institutions and cold corporations that
turn a blind eye to the
many colored man,
to turn my back on authority while giving the middle
finger to it all?
Fuck yes. Every damn day.
Yet, I don’t want my world to burn
around me even though
it burns from within.
I don’t want a black old man crying
in the streets because his
business burned to the ground.
I don’t want a white old man
bleeding profusely after
being knocked to the ground.
I don’t want death, I don’t want destruction.
I don’t want hate. I don’t want fear.
I want compassion
I want cooperation
I don’t want division
I don’t want disdain
I want respect.
I want justice.
I want inclusion.
I don’t want any more Martyrs
for the cause.
There has never been indecision in me,
only the resolve
for all the world
wake the fuck up.
by Philip Wardlow June, 2020