Why We March

Marches fuel you.

They are the shove down the water slide,

A coffee in hand cold shower,

Eyes wide woke.

They are here to inspire you.

To keep you angry and motivated.

They exist

To introduce you to your brothers and sisters--

Those humans who roar beside you,

You are not alone.

They remind you that there is work to be done.

So much work,

But there grows power

In people.

We organize,

Sharpening the tools to either build our walls

Or tear them down.

Marches are the initial push in the Rube Goldberg machine where one action sets forth another action and so on and so on and so on...

It may be messy and we may take the long way. But we'll get there.

Marches are the prequel.

Today, we begin another story.

Today, we work.