Revolution Poem by Ron Willis

i watch
the revolution
on the evening
news,
revolutions
don't come
to small towns
in the middle
of america,
but they're tearing up main street
and that's a bit of an inconvenience,
and five kids killed themselves last month
and no one even guesses why,
it's probably not
the revolution,
something about falling
and watching the world
not fall back, who knows,
the farmers need rain,
and the mushroom pickers need rain,
and if it ever does,
i hope it never stops.
is that the wrong kind of thing to wish for,
in a small town in america
where revolutions never come?