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Click herefuriously in front of dancing revolutionaries
wary scoundrels
dashing crazy leg expression
noted in diaries read by ladies
petitioned by gentle men with flowers
degrees of and in botany
during another war
Women’s fists
shadows
knuckles
same war
war of mothers
daughters, sons
fists and words
thought and freedom
fists
bloody well aimed
with gentle worn respect
with gentle fists of rage
Each stanza has its own flow and the change between is delightful.
Echoing passing time and zeitgeist.
I only could do without one word "bloody". it is too strong for me.
clenching so tight
trying to remain gentle, gentle
fingernails dig into skin
while frowns pierce
at the march the national guardsmen were all old men
the young men are all dying in the war
young women forced to decide between buyin birth control and food
my fists are starting to feel
something less than gentle
you have articulated something many of us are experiencing of late, and I think it is best expressed in "gentle fists of rage." It's exactly how I feel.
"with gentle worn respect
with gentle fists of rage"
good good
someone needs to hold up those fists