The time seems to have come round again. Marches, sweet hippies, marches! This weekend showed the way back to the beginings.
Hope, that’s what blossomed this weekend. Hope, and the spirit to try again. The powers that be may have thought they had us beaten down but it looks like they were wrong and that this is just the beginning! That’s the thing about a big multi- city event, especially when it includes D.C. it’s a crack in the dike of oppression of every sort. And, there’s a lot of oppression in that dike. I know that this weekend can be the start of the people rising up and remembering their power.
We let them take away that belief, that knowledge in the power of the people but it’s not too late! Sadly, there are a myriad of causes to fight for and oppression to fight against. All we have to do is look around us. The injustices are threatening to crush us but our spirits are strong. Watching these marchers and listening to their words gave me hope. When the people rise up and our feet hit the pavement even the robber barons and their pet congresscritters are going to have to listen.
RIGHT ON, sisters and brothers, all people of justice, truth and love,