The people’s mic
moves in waves
and all who touch the words
are touched:
As they repeat
the voice comes from within
and so becomes their own
It shines with their own truth
Gains strength
like rolling surf
that crests and crests
They find that they are one
The people
and they know
that this is real
No further lies
will ever steal this moment
when the wave of oneness
crashes inside and resounds
bounding and echoing from Wall Street to here
waking us up.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2011