Footfalls on chartered cobbles,
Roaring voices and the crash of breaking glass,
A people united in their protest,
At their forefront is an activist,
protester, organiser, hero,
Leading the march on these trembling stones,
A people pushed down and oppressed,
Their rights stolen away too easily just
as their lives, a world broken, for too long,
Their voices united as one choir of one too many,
Their Queen leading from the phalanx’s tip,
Their message too loud to be ignored.
Who can deny them their simple request?
After all, equality is all they ask.
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Last edited 5/2/2023 3:19:11 PM
