Stepping Hard on Holy Ground

Stepping hard

on holy ground

paved paradise waiting to be 

jack-hammered and overturned

rusted down and then burned

bitter-faced and forlorn

dusty and gravel-worn

oh, 

but when shall we overcome?

Not today, says the concrete
Not today, says the crooked tower
Not today, says the vendor of chains
Not today, says the merchant of pain
Not today, says the Midas Goat of 
one thousand heads and 
ten thousand snatching tentacled arms

But let the people say,

Yes.

Today.

Si. Se Puede.