Conscientious Objections

Yesterday, I paid my dues to my conscience by blocking the traffic in support of ceasefire. But, my conscience is like a tough tax collector, demanding action every day. At the rally I saw a Vietnam vet on a wheelchair, holding a sign, "Vets against the war," still wearing the uniform proudly. Everyone was happy to see him, conquering fear, a proud American, who couldn't remain silent. His eyes looked wounded at the world, beaming tormented thoughts. If I had legs and rifle, I'd be fighting genocide in Gaza now, forming a new Lincoln Brigade. He shouts at counter-protesters, need a dose of humanity brother, you're conquered by hate and bigotry.