Montreal Spring

It is a Montreal Spring, and

The education revolution

Begins 

To blossom.

Students are teachers,

Protestors professors, and

The streets are lecture halls,

Labs, and classrooms with

No doors. They are gone,

And all is open, open to all

With ears to hear, minds

To imagine, casseroles to

Bang, and voices to speak,

To shout, to sing.

Law-givers, law-breakers, and

Helmeted law-maintainers,

Watered and bathed by the

Sun, together bloom, as

They relearn the new (yet

Ancient) lesson that laws

Are only strong when

They can admit

To being wrong.

Whether the streets are

In Prague, Poznan, Budapest,

Cairo, or Montreal, May wets

And warms them, unbinding

Winter, reminding all people

That life is a learning

Experience, and we live most

When we learn together.

In 68, Alexandre Dubcek said:
“They may crush the flowers,

But they can’t stop the Spring.”

Premier Charest how are you

Not listening, how can you not

To the raised voices, feet, pans,

And pots of a whole nation that

Assembles in Montreal,

Assembles to safeguard not

Subvert freedoms, the

Rights you were elected to

Share, not to hold tight

In your hands, hands that

Can sign in, and sign out

Bills.  

Pick up your pen.

Montreal Spring –

Our social evolution,

As a nation, begins

To bloom.