Deliverance
By Phyllis Wax
Where is the angel
who will save us?
Not in masked thugs
who descend on ordinary people
and whisk them away in unmarked cars
Not in civil servants
who, to keep their jobs,
bend to the boss’s demands
Not in political appointees
who think any law
can be broken
Not in judges
who ignore the harm they do
when they allow fists on the scales
Not in educators
who rewrite history, consider
facts malleable
Not in politicians
who place office above country
No
There is no angel
to save us
Our deliverance will come from ordinary people
chanting their outrage
in the streets And from voters
marching to the polls
to restore democracy
We have to save ourselves
Phyllis Wax lives near Lake Michigan in Milwaukee, WI. She grew up in the Washington, DC, area, which might be why social justice issues push their way into much of her work. Also inspired by nature and human nature, as well as by music of all sorts, her poetry has appeared in many publications, including Writers Resist, Jerry Jazz Musician, Rise Up Review, Spillway, Peacock Journal, Wordpeace, New Verse News, Your Daily Poem, Mobius.
Photo credit: Bogdan Krupin via a Creative Commons license.
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