No Goat To Get

There was no cool to lose.

No high road now to choose.

The only songs were blues.

It was hot as hell and

We knew damn well

That the hot was heating up.

No run over for this cup.

The sippers had enough.

Banged on their pots.

Clanged on their pans.

Done, they were, with

Wringing hands.

Done with silly stay put plans.

Their minds were freed and

Though defeated

They rallied and had their backs.

Done with all the cracks

In the system.

Resist and

Resistance rose within them.

The resistors now were christened.

In this brand new way

When a brand new day.

Would rise as they had risen.