Ten years ago, we walked in pain,
marched down our city streets:
invasion planned, we took a stand.
Though now it seems in vain,
were not alone;
we join our voices with
our brothers, sisters globally,
rejecting thought that dropping bombs
Today, Fireblossom challenges the Real Toads to write a poem with a particular ballad-ish form and meter.
Ten years ago today, people around the world marched in protest of the planned invasion of Iraq by the United States. My husband and I (ah, my boyfriend, then!) marched in Pittsburgh. This earlier poem, called "Invasion," describes that night:
I was suited and stockinged,
You were quietly outraged.
As the bombs dropped,
we paraded more than marched,
then walked all the way home
united in pain.
"Invasion" appears in my poetry collection, Responsive Pleading.