Youth Protest Movement Poem by Daniel Miltz

They got spruced, cleaned up, did up
It was years or so of youthful erupt
As yet, making heads or tails of disrupt
What could have been
A time of brotherly love
From, we will never blink free of
The once youth of protest days
Let it be remembered
For its cherished activism

No sense in holding, something, blurring
Reflection of shattered wind hum
And vanished protests, begotten
Expectation is in the purifying
Smell the wild breeze of futurity
Witness the buds blooming
A sea of new faces developing
Promising, recalling time
Of the legendary youth protest movement

© daniel miltz