Dancing At the End of the World
The Revolution wasn't televised. It came without guns, it came without bricks, it came without slogans, speeches and bombs. It came just the same.
In a billion tiny acts, trillions of tiny decisions, an upheaval in the sand of society, one that washed away foundations built on rock that no longer was.
And in a million different places, for no reason they could name, people in ones or pairs or more just up and danced. A girl in Tunisia by some flowers. You and me on the old road out of town. There and then, it was all we needed.
(Bad brain. No. I am not going to write the Grinch who Stole the Revolution. Really. No, brain. Bad.)
In a billion tiny acts, trillions of tiny decisions, an upheaval in the sand of society, one that washed away foundations built on rock that no longer was.
And in a million different places, for no reason they could name, people in ones or pairs or more just up and danced. A girl in Tunisia by some flowers. You and me on the old road out of town. There and then, it was all we needed.
(Bad brain. No. I am not going to write the Grinch who Stole the Revolution. Really. No, brain. Bad.)