The March

Hundred different footsteps echo in the streets Thunder! Lightning! Rain! all silenced by their heart beats The very ground they stain Fumes of sweat and tears ride in on the breeze Their eyes they speak of fears and threaten souls to freeze One inhale of defiance from those who would not speak the criminals of silence, are now but small and weak The shot heard round the world, a pin drop now it seems Our voices will bombard them and hound their very dreams For room for silence there can not be, when every man is not yet free