I open the door to the past
and keep it open so at last
I can let it in to help me more survive
the present stay alive
and work the magic
in these times so tragic
when even poets have lost
the never found words
like oceans tossed
like crumbs for birds
like animals controlled in herds
the past allows the present
and I dissent
the unrighteousness of wrong
has been there all along
and the future if there is one stands
within the reach of our own hands