All week I have been thinking about the impact of Martin Luther King Jr. on the very fabric of our existence in today’s world. Monday saw the birthday of this honorable man and I couldn’t help but wonder what our lives and even more, our world, would look like without his work.
And in that thinking I wrote this down…
When a Man Marches
by Liz Tailor
When a cause becomes too lofty to stay seated on the ground
When the innocent are battered and are smacked across the brow
When the freedom’s everyone deserves are taken from the “free”
Do you stand aside in blindness just refusing what you see?
That’s when a man marches.
Are you scared to speak and scared to yell and scared to raise your hand?
Is the world too rough to carry on, so rough that you can’t stand?
Do you feel betrayed by people who have vowed to raise you up?
Are you praying for a clean way out, are you crying, ‘That’s Enough!”
That’s when a man marches!
It was hot that day in August when the tide began to turn.
With laces tied the people walked knowing how the hatred churned.
Men and women less than they might stop and turn around.
Men and women greater than they had lied upon the ground.
But those who marched knew well the pain a country can inflict.
Yet still they marched upon the soil, though danger near the mortal coil.
A dream was dreamed and given voice and all who heard it had one choice.
To stand and fight or back away, though who would choose the latter?
I ask you now what you would do if given such a matter…
Because THAT’S WHEN A MAN MARCHED!!