THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 1995
The Revolution will not revolve around you.
It revolves around
people without jobs who want to work
who need to work
who strive to work
who’ve given up trying to work
within a system that strives to keep them down
while saying “no more safety net”
while letting children go hungry
while giving themselves humungous raises
and building more bombs and guns
to keep the underclass under them
but
The Revolution will not revolve around you.
It revolves around
the child who cries herself to sleep after a day
of abuse and neglect
while the child lovingly corrected cries
after being removed from home
and the child who hears “justice” but sees “injustice”,
who questions what he sees,
who questions the system,
who questions the questions,
who questions why,
and when and where and what and who
but
The revolution will not revolve around you.
It revolves around
those who’ll fight those whose ideas of profits and losses
don’t buy into what their
children and grandchildren will breath,
drink or eat in the years to come,
who feel that money is
more important than air,
more important that water,
more important than the future,
more important than anything else
including the fact that
The Revolution will not revolve around you.
Instead,
it revolves around those brave enough
to take on the system,
who strive to prove that justice for some
should be justice for all
and help to make that possible;
around those who see a need and try to
honestly and with courage
and passion
and compassion
try to solve it,
around those who see those
whom life has dealt harshly with
and who still struggle to stand up and fight
and who help them with a hand “up” not “out”,
around those who see the hunger
and strive to feed;
who see the abuse
and try to end it;
who see the hurt
and try to heal it;
and then, only then,
if you have the courage
to instigate this revolution,
then and only then will
the revolution involve and revolve around you.
This was written during the mid-1990s and is part of my book Revolutionary Broads and Other Nightmares which is looking for a publishing home.
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Salt Creek, St. Petersburg
Salt Creek, St. Petersburg
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2011
Historical, varied, over-looked Salt Creek.
Saltwater waterway,
used for littering, garbage-dumping for too long.
Once pristine, now muck-filled,
wanting to become once-again – vibrant,
Vital
estuary
life-giving
ebb-and-flow
peaceful waterway.
“Watch out for sharks!”
Crabs, fish, pelicans
displaced by cans, ring-tops, litter,
to be (hopefully) replaced (again) by nature.
Wonder if Native Americans used this
as their water-highway?
The wind and currents steer us.
This was written on 2-10-11 for a Nature Writing class at the University of South Florida St. Petersburg, taught by Tom Hallock. It was a fun class, including a kayaking trip on Salt Creek, as well as writing.
When I took the class, a man standing on a bridge above the creek watched us paddling along, and hollared, "Watch out for the sharks!" Got a good laugh from all of us.
How good was the writing? There was even a book (Salt Creak Journal) published with some of the writing and photography, along with a release part.
Professor Hallock's Nature Writing class has moved on to other local waterways to write about.
This poem is part of a growing collection tentatively titled Painted Words.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2011
Historical, varied, over-looked Salt Creek.
Saltwater waterway,
used for littering, garbage-dumping for too long.
Once pristine, now muck-filled,
wanting to become once-again – vibrant,
Vital
estuary
life-giving
ebb-and-flow
peaceful waterway.
“Watch out for sharks!”
Crabs, fish, pelicans
displaced by cans, ring-tops, litter,
to be (hopefully) replaced (again) by nature.
Wonder if Native Americans used this
as their water-highway?
The wind and currents steer us.
This was written on 2-10-11 for a Nature Writing class at the University of South Florida St. Petersburg, taught by Tom Hallock. It was a fun class, including a kayaking trip on Salt Creek, as well as writing.
When I took the class, a man standing on a bridge above the creek watched us paddling along, and hollared, "Watch out for the sharks!" Got a good laugh from all of us.
How good was the writing? There was even a book (Salt Creak Journal) published with some of the writing and photography, along with a release part.
Professor Hallock's Nature Writing class has moved on to other local waterways to write about.
This poem is part of a growing collection tentatively titled Painted Words.
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