Throughout history, in times of crisis poetry has been an essential tool for resistance.
Some poetry comforts, consoles. It is a vehicle for shared loss, shared fear, shared grief.
Some poetry is a clarion call to arms, an exhortation to find one’s resolve, to take up arms. It is a rallying cry of rage and determination. It stirs the blood, reminds us what we’re fighting, and why.
My poetry is more of the latter sort, with a soupcon of satire, for spice. I think of it as weaponized empathy.
Poets provide voices for those who are silenced, and amplify our experiences so we remember we are not alone. We are many, we are legion, and we are on the right side of history.
Viva la Resistance!