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.


 


 


 


 


 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart! 

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