Small Acts

Small Acts

We each know I think

That the act is small

And simple no great call

Heard echoing on high

More a whisper in the ear

Resist by stepping aside

Stand up do not hide

Offer no salute or smile

A simple wash and dry

Of hands or feet a simple

Gesture of victory not defeat

Surprise at how it looks 

In hindsight from outside

To take a pinch of salt

To refuse to turn back

Plastic handcuffs burning eyes

These were easy choices

Little things next steps

Until they called them threats

Sent soldiers and police

Lined the streets with arms

Used bullhorns and shields

They made the larger gesture

And what began as small

Became big quiet and clear

A little thing for what is dear.

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