Pull down the old statues,
battle celebrations
glorifying war.
Melt them down,
make statutes
of protestors instead.
Flowers in her hair
above her smiling, defiant face,
flourishing a peace sign.
His head bandaged by a police baton,
fist thrust in the air
in solidarity with the people.
Forge these fresh molds
of youthful courage,
park them on the empty slabs.
Originally published in VietNam War Poetry