-on activism

Success or failure
tied to our core,
wrestling against the downward pull,
the anchor weight.
Dragging optimism,
promise,
vision,
down, down, down.

Empty bank accounts,
empty gas tanks,
empty stomachs....
full hearts,
full vision,
full spirit.

Fevered flesh toiling,
fueled by the promise
of life continuing to unfurl
with the same torrid lust
and fervor
as it always has.

Paid in laughter, friendship, dance,
cold beers on warm nights,
and rewarded with the glacial budge
of social justice
and one tiny wrong righted.

So we toast the win,
drunk on life
until we pick up our pens,
our signs, masks, and flags
for the next fight
in the never-ending
press
on the darkest sides of humanity.