Child of the Protest

I am a child of the protest
Though they almost aborted me
(But that was a different conquest,
I am here you see.)

Yes, I am a child of the protest
But always “too busy”
And there were times I must confess
It was probably apathy

But being a child of the protest
There were things I never said
That proved in the final analysis
My insights were far ahead

For I never joined in their rallies
Cause I didn’t like the crowd
That chanted out degrading names
At a time when truth was loud

Yes, I am a child of the protest
And though the protest passed away
I remember all it taught me
So the protest lives today

© 1973 David P. Cannon 7-3-1973