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.
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