Not A Revolution

In the peace garden
An aged man sits
With a voice of no inflection
Emotionless towards
Who chew bubble gum
Reminiscent of a new age

In the peace garden
Signs of black ink
On broken down
Cardboard boxes
Selfishly display
“We want evening yoga”
Want shared sacrifices
Of the younger

In the peace garden
An officer stands
His nine millimeter
Comfortably in its holster
Among the tv cameras
Confused faces
Higher education leaves
Them uninformed
A drum beats a tune

In the peace garden
A lack of applause
To the students
Who stand up
To the stern man
Who denies and ignores

--Amy S., Adult