The Low Road
by Marge Piercy
What can they do to you?
Whatever they want.
They can set you up.
They can bust you.
They can break your fingers
They can burn your brain with electricity
Blur you with drugs till you
can't walk, can't remember, they can
Take your child, wall up
They can do anything.
You can't stop them from doing.
How can you stop them?
Alone, you can fight, you can refuse,
you can take what revenge you can, but
they roll over you.
But two people fighting back to back
can cut through a mob
A snake-dancing file can break a cordon
An army meet an army.
Two people can keep each other sane.
Can give support. Conviction. Love.
Massage. Caring. Sex.
Three people are a delegation.
A committee. A wedge.
With four you can play bridge and start an organization.
With six you can rent a whole house. Eat pie
for dinner with no seconds and hold a fundraising
A dozen make a demonstration. A hundred fill a hall.
A thousand, have solidarity and your own newspaper.
Ten thousand, power.
A hundred thousand, your own media. Ten million,
your own country.
It goes on one at a time. It starts when you
care to act. It starts when you do it again,
after they said "No," it starts when you say "We,"
and Know who you mean, and each day, you mean one more.
Marge Piercy (1936-)