This page will have a collection of my writing from 2020.
By Brian James Siddons
June 3, 2020
Chronologically, in my 60’s.
Historically, in a time warp.
Revisiting the 1960’s, I’m moving
Forward and backward in a vortex.
Hope fueled the engine of a generations call,
Americans United, America at Peace.
Maturation of our nation stalled, gassed by
Intolerance, Ignorance, Injustice.
Amid the national chaos and hateful rhetoric,
The gospel of life began to bring forth
Moments of incredibly positive changes and
Dreams to ponder for the lost and discarded.
Music began healing the holes in our heart, a
Symphony of common goals permeating the airwaves.
Hope and unity, peace and love, spread by artist of
All colors, accepted with joy and reverence.
Tenacious ambition conquered the moon.
America, now ready to face any challenge.
Rising higher, as a nation, in unison, not an
Easy task while racism still flourished.
Equal rights, access to all that is public,
Common decency, inalienable rights.
So logical to pursue, so moral to be done,
Brighter days ahead for one and all.
A decade of work did not our nation change.
Herculean efforts launched, pushed
Back by the mass of society locked into
Centuries of uneducated responses.
God’s plan for his children of this world,
A simple Golden Rule is all he asked of us.
Trashed by so many, this simple command,
Hate washing over those who claim to know him.
No values, became the common value. The
Lowest denominator dividing the citizenry as if
Enemies from birth, sworn to kill those found different.
Those who are not like us in color, creed or religion.
Hope and Peace, held hand in hand,
Marched forward until suddenly vanquished.
A President assassinated.
A King slain.
The 1960’s may have failed to reach
All goals for the greater good, but
Those of us in our 60’s, and beyond,
Must remind ourselves there is still time.
Still time to challenge our outlook:
Educate our mind through experiences of others.
Open our heart to provide empathy.
Allow a stranger’s struggles to touch our soul.
Still time to make good on promises:
Equality and Acceptance.
Freedom and Peace.
Hope, Love and Joy.
Still time to see our black brothers and sisters:
Experience the rights of equality as they
Drive to work. Shop at stores. Go for a run.
Enjoy a concert. Sit in a restaurant. Sleep in bed.
Still time to make a difference:
To instill a course of change for a
Welcoming nation of a unified people.
We stand as one. As one we stand.
Still time to go old-school with a protest letter.
To pick up the phone and voice our concern.
To be as fueled with a passion for truth as if it
Were your own brother who was choked to death.
The beauty of a rainbow,
Born only after a storm,
Is the blending of colors,
Not an absence of variation.
Let us wash away the ignorance
With a wave of understanding.
Let us forge a welcoming path to all who seek
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Brian James Siddons
June 3, 2020