SHATTER GLASS

Our professors scolded us,

the spoon-fed generation,

to speak out,

question everything,

carve new paths through

the streets of the city

 

So we did, and the police

sprayed us with tear gas,

broke our heads with nightsticks

We smashed windows, set fires,

slept under trees in the park,

went to jail or Canada

Some returned in body bags

from Vietnam

 

When we were finished

ten years had gone by

and we only had degrees

in protesting the system

 

We asked our professors

what kind of deal was that?

They got angry, slammed

their office doors in our faces,

called security

 

They had families to support,

reputations to protect

Go quietly, they ordered,

and keep your wise ass comments

to yourself

2018-12-02T02:25:02+00:00