The March For Freedom
Ok, in Language Arts this year we had to right a poem on the Civil Rights movement. (Don't ask me why, my school is crazy!) It might have had something to do with Black History month, maybe. Oh well, anyways, here it is...
Hundreds,
Thousands,
Many blacks,
Marching,
Parading,
Thundering,
Down the street beneath my window.
Hundreds,
Thousands,
Many signs,
Waving,
Bobbing,
Trembling,
Down the street beneath my window.
Faces,
Heads,
Many people,
Hurt,
Infuriated,
Reviled,
Looking up at my window.
People,
Humans,
Scores of them,
Shouting,
Shrieking,
Cursing,
Looking up at my window.
Leaders,
Examples,
Role-models,
Screaming,
Instigating,
Preaching,
Leading their people to freedom.
Gods,
Deities,
Being called on,
Praised,
Loved,
Worshipped,
Leading their people to freedom.
And me,
Myself,
Standing there,
Watching,
Waiting,
Hoping,
For freedom to be mine.
