Vehement

I’m early to the rally in the alley this morning
I stand and listen to the talkers talking
Some have signs, some wear black stockings
On their heads

Seems they each want something diff’rent
Confused, I stand there while they vent
Vociferous and vehement
Seeing red

Seems only I am calm and can relax
While they wail about death and tax
Nations built on workers’ backs
So it’s said

Must be something wrong with me I guess
Since I’m not like these, all stressed
I exit the scene of social unrest,
Go back to bed

My final thoughts before I nap:
I was there at least to clap
Someone’s got to do that!
I take my meds