I know all those faces
wild flashing eyes
angry chanting voices
centuries of walking
the great global umbilical road of
this long long march
yesterday today tomorrow
can anyone answer why
we have to ask for our rights?
why they are not a given?
who it is that refuses us?
and it’s not over yet
we are still marching on those
harsh ancient stony roads
but we take each of you with us
woven into each stitch of this pink hat
knit one purl one knit one purl one.
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Beautiful woman, beautiful poem!
KEEP ON TRUCKIN CHRIS GREAT POEM, BEUTIFULLY STATED.
What a wonderful poem.