The Tale of the Marching Feet

Feet trudged, shuffled and trod

some young, some old

some shoeless, covered in blisters

fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters

Yet, they trudged on till they overcame


Marching on pavement, asphalt or grass

others on thorns, brambles and glass

yet they marched on, because their eyes were watching God


They dripped with water from fire hoses

they walked right through, parting the water just like Moses

They were not all bold

Most were quite old

But in their day, enough fire in the eyes

was enough to mask fear and trepidation in the soul.


Well, when one has a dream

that is as hard to extinguish

as the inate fight for freedom and liberty

that is inherent in all mankind,

regardless of race or creed,

then would one have hope to fight on till the goal is realised.






Guide that inspired this poem: 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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