The world convulses.
This isn’t the first time a great idea
has lit up the people,
isn’t the first time a simple truth
has sat with dawn-fresh clarity
in people’s minds

That which for centuries
has called itself power
will plan, as ever, to sweep it away
with no thought at all
that there’s any spark
its bluster and trickery
can’t blow out

I will wait quiet.
I will hold this coal,
fuel it with my heart,
I will cherish the thought
that truth must win.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2020