Cultural Seminar – Mexican Revolution

Personal Response:

Steel Feathers


bullets flew as birds do

They grazed the clouds, the sun,

my family, my friends-

purposefully wasteful

They always hit a mark


the violence in the streets


terrified tears ran swiftly, swiftly

but blood ran faster


What I wanted

was the peace we once knew

 flowers on the porch

a sunlight drawing room

to hear chirps and not screams

Yes, I wanted peace


but peace does not beget peace

no, passivism and silence

do not intensify the cries of the downtrodden

loud enough that those in powerful places

may hear them


and violence begets violence

but from the violence,

perhaps – peace.




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