A Sign Is Just A Start by Joseph Powell
A Sign Is Just A Start I see your sign-- Yes, I see you, marching on tired feet, filling the streets, raising your voices, singing, shouting; yes, I see you; we all see you. But, at the end of the day, when the sun has gone down and the singing stops; and the tired feet have marched all the way home; and the signs are put away in garages and closets filled to overflowing-- what then? I ask, what is your takeaway? what is my takeaway? Mothers are still losing sons; sons are still losing fathers; women are still going missing; men are still going to prison. Laws are being broken, by those who make them and swore to uphold them; the rich still do not care about the poor; the poor still see no relief. Yes, a sign is just a start, but I know teachers who are having to take second and third jobs just to make ends meet; I see roads and bridges crumbling all around us and we’re talking about paying for a wall that may or may not protect us. A sign is just a start, but I have friends who are ge...