I will not stand by,
not here,
not down on the ground tying my laces,
not up here,
holding my head higher than anyone else,
because I knew we were all in the same boat,
we had been for many months now,
kind of the way you head out in rapids,
toward an ominous bend,
you know,
but I will not stand idly by,
I will move my feet,
one foot in front of the other,
I will march,
with my wits about me,
with the knowledge that today is different in the streets,
and there are bigger cars and trucks that mean different things,
but we,
we are here for the same reasons,
and we know who we are,
and he,
and she,
and them,
they told us not to forget all of this,
to harness it,
bottle it and give it up to something great,
they told us a lot,
just like I would do one day,
mid-century,
many years from now
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