I do not want to merely say "Me, too,"
As adding myself now would surely do,
Because I know that I cannot see through
Most anything that could be done right now--
At least, I do not see any way how
I might. While others may their deeds avow,
And they can rise, and march, speak truth to power,
I find all that I can do is cower,
Shudder as a wind-blown wilting flower
And marvel at the folks who bravely stand
Against the wrong, and walking hand-in-hand
Seek to restore goodness to the land.
And when I look at such a picture framed,
My cheeks do burn, for I am much ashamed.