Dona Quixote

both the horse and I are old

my hair now matches his

our armor no longer shines

the squire married and has kids

yet there are issues

that call us to ride again

the injustice of power

applied to herds of sheep

which follow the lead dog

even over a cliff

what do they see when we ride

a little old lady in tennis shoes

carrying a picket sign

a feather in the wind

to the powerful

but can they attend

to an army of us

marching in the spirit of freedom

and justice

they can’t see the horse or armor

do we accept tilting at windmills

playing at Joan of Arc

a band of individuals

or can we join

with one loud voice

riding a herd of wild horses

lances poised

in favor of social issues

tending rather than killing

in a holy war for oil

© 2008 Sandy Vrooman