We hear the sounds
of approaching thunder
Drowning out the
cries and pleas
Of people calling
out for freedom--
Urgent calls in
times like these!
March!
We hear the words
that spit and sputter--
That splatter
against mellifluous sounds
Of peace, of hope,
of promise, of caring,
Creating verbal
battlegrounds.
March!
We see the dark and
threatening clouds
Looming above,
waiting to rain
On love and reason. The winds of hatred
Equal the force of a
hurricane.
March!
We see around the
neck of compassion
A cruel,
ever-tightening noose,
While the henchmen
multiply--
A surge of bigotry
on the loose.
March!
We feel in our
hearts the longing
For dreams that
should be guaranteed
By thoughtful laws
and not by decisions
Forged from
ignorance, power, and greed.
March!
We feel the sadness,
pain, and despair
Of all who are
trampled and left behind,
Of all whose rights
are being denied,
Of all who are hated
and maligned.
March!
We know that we can
transcend bias;
When myth prevails,
wisdom departs.
We can flourish by
wisely removing
The chains of
intolerance from our hearts.
March!
We know that we have
the potential
To live in a country
governed by laws
Embracing all the
people here
And freeing us from
tyranny's claws.
March!
March to demonstrate solidarity
March to demonstrate solidarity
With others who hear
the urgent call.
March together in
peace for social
And economic justice
for all!
March!
(1-31-17; 1-17-18) By Bob B