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After midnight

by Lori Blair

Oh, I saw them violate
A new curfew
that was implemented for" their" view
"It's after midnight, " "go your way"
but chanters weren't buying as jobs are dying
so they sat on fountains singing pleas
all towards a hope that can't be seen
but the water guns weren't the sun
and as the sky flooded it's red farewell
the protestors cried in blue
arrested for a cause, a cause that's real...
as real as you and me

you see there was hope where none had been
hope where none had been
it's not a dream, it's within our reach
it's all in words and belief
if only we can see
If only we can see
living life in honor while feeding families
it can't just be a dream

Oh, I saw them on TV
with their beliefs
the news said they violated curfew
that's all they really said to me and you
but it's after midnight, and that I do know
but I felt like knowing more
what if there is hope that can't be seen?
but the news dispelled hope too rough
and as they arrested those on the fountain
I cried for all that we'd conceived
arrested for a cause, a cause that's real
as real as you and me

you see there was hope where none had been
hope where none had been
it's not a dream, it's within our reach
it's all in words and belief
if only we can see
If only we can see
living life in honor while feeding families
it can't just be a dream

did you see them on TV too
with signs that read
"Banks got bailed out, while We got sold out"
and as the full moon becomes the zoo
they tried to appease them while the police seized them
but they sat on fountains shouting pleas
all towards a hope for you and me
as they were seized, seized without sun
while you and me sat on couches with tv
the protestors cried in blue
cuz where is all the sky when it's deaf blind
if it's as real as you and me

but chanters weren't buying as jobs are dying
so they sat on fountains singing pleas
all towards a hope that can't be seen
but the water guns weren't the sun
and as the sky flooded it's red farewell
the protestors cried in blue
arrested for a cause, a cause that's real...
as real as you and me

you see there was hope where none had been
hope where none had been
it's not a dream, it's within our reach
it's all in words and belief
if only we can see
If only we can see
living life in honor while feeding families
it can't just be a dream

10/16/2011

Posted on 10/17/2011
Copyright © 2021 Lori Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/17/11 at 01:17 PM

There is a level of class warfare in their actions. I would some day love to see us do what the French do, but we hate the French, that is have a national strike by the people. Just for two days in the middle of the week. After all Washington doesn't work why should we?

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/18/11 at 12:36 AM

Some young people in the early protest that I heard interviewed seemed more like rebels without a cause. They have some valid grievances for those who are really hurting. The present administration,s policy is causing banks and wall street to sit tight waiting to see what is about to happen. While oversight and regulation is in order, Congress passed a draconian law which is strangling the banking industry. And that is where the real money is. Well, my take on the poem.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/19/11 at 01:48 AM

Could it just maybe be that something good might come from all this? It is a true freedom we have.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/19/11 at 03:04 AM

"After midnight" - a great metaphor for what is happening. You speak with a calm voice, but the passion remains clear and the refrain once again reinforces the theme well.

Posted by Kevin Fehlen on 11/02/11 at 09:16 PM

I'll second the comment about a calm voice but still highly passionate. After Midnight is extremely fitting, for as the saying goes, the night is darkest just before dawn.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/06/11 at 07:47 PM

Another worthy addition to poems of and for our times. We have the Occupy movement up here in Canada too, but no banks were bailed out, so there's not as much to complain about. It's starting to lose it's fizzle. Well done!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/01/11 at 03:28 PM

you knead your poems so well, Lori and leaven and infuse them with love and music to die for and to feast on. There is just so much happening here that delves beyond the message. the mood, the sound, the warmth, the feel, are all simply enthralling.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/20/18 at 05:11 PM

I still love this piece, Lori. Congrats on POTD!

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