We Are the Last

We are the last
to walk this road
with its potholes
and pitfalls
it is the road
our feet were set upon
before time allowed us memory
without a say
without choice
things decided for us
but we are the last
to keep our fists unclenched
we are the last
to be quiet and compliant
we are a bomb
set to destroy
the creators of the road
the robber barons
and the self-satisfied
on their entrenched thrones
we are the last
a warning and a siren song
a fist upraised
sister solidarity
we are the last – Caroline A. Slee