The March

In this era, series of crisis bedevil even the seemingly sane streets. same struggles our fathers marched in numbers to challenge, stare us in the face. we polish our shoes, knot our ties, ready to effect change. we chant, no more regurgitation of stale polices, we chant, no more incompetence, no more theatrics. we march in solidarity, raising our voices, demanding for a better future. our fathers and their fathers fought this battle subtly only now, the difference is we have learnt to march with no tinge of fear.