See Them Marching
See them marching up the street chanting
See them marching up the street with anger
wrapped around their belt and their faces
As heavy as led, thick skin men that is hard to bend
walking with heavy strides marched
courageously towards the square
See them marching up the street singing
See them marching up the street swearing
See them marching up the street argueing
With a passion that runs very deep
See them marching up the street with
guns and bullets see them marching
up the street with sticks and hachets
And the silent group with its deadly spear
Walk with vigour towards the open square
They come from the East they journey from the west
And were determined to pour out their grief
in the middle of street in the burning heat
they move from street to street sounding their
heartbeat, grevience swirling around in their
guts and their stomach wall is vibrating
"We want an answer", the angry crowd chant
"Give me an answer now", they bellow from afar
We will trample this town before you wear the crown
I stood on top of the wall watching and trying to
make sence of everything as the boisterous crowd decends
upon the miserable town causing the wind to swirl around
I look upon their faces and I see a crowd of mixed
races, love and hate anger and pain sink deeply
into their eyes pleading for justice to end their
miserable cry.They spread out all over the square
Landing empty punches and making music with
Their empty voices. I stood away from it
but I was caught up in the middle of it.Smoke bellows in
air,causing the people to fear but they were determined
to break the barriers and express their innate desires
History is running around the city oh what a pity
It is carrying an awful stench and warriors are jumping
over the fence they break down the walls and doors with
a terrible brawl that dig out the middle of the wall.
And the banging sound stir up tension
that spread out all over the town
They burn tires and old delapidated bridges
and rip up make shift fences, draining out years of
pent up anger out of the trenches.It is finally breaking out
causing the people to jump and shout
It breaks the silent whisper of the naked man
causing him to move vigerously out of the barren land
And change softly ushered in and creeps swiftly all
over the globe
See them marching merrily
with the happy crowd
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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