Poetry month!!

Tonight I sat
With my hands in my lap
In a crowded room,
Shoulder to shoulder
Densely hot.

And the power
Swelling
Was palpable.
Measurable.
Vibrating.
Meant to 
Disrupt.

Putting faith
Where faith is
Deserved,
In this 
Band of Brothers.

So yes,
I will sit 
In a stuffy room,
And clap for those
Who speak
Who stand
Who believe
We
Deserve
Better.