A Small Man
Posted: June 11, 2018 | Author: Bob Bonsall | Filed under: Culture | Tags: poetry, privilege, social justice |Leave a commentEvery day I have to ask:
Is this the hill I want to die on?
The forgotten soldier in an unknown battle in an unforgiving war?
You make it sound so easy – the battle lines are clear.
This is right, that’s wrong.
Pick a side, do good, stand up.
Use your privilege.
But it’s not that simple.
You say I’m no better than you, and I agree –
I have to go to work every day to keep body and soul together,
I have bills to pay, mouths to feed,
I have people to answer to,
You say to use my privilege –
On who?
Privilege is relative.
When you take a stand, it only matters if you stand up to someone bigger than you.
Speaking truth to power requires mouthing off to the powerful.
Every day I have to ask:
Is this the hill I want to die on?
Most days the answer is:
Not this hill.
Not today.