• way115 69w

    They March

    They march through the streets.
    Filled with hate.
    They march with their banners high.
    Spiritual with rage.
    Spouting there idealistic genocide.
    They march to keep the status quo.
    Even though they are out numbered.
    They continue to grow.
    Like a weed that won't go away.
    Their symbols fly high.
    As they goose step through the capitals.
    They march.