In 2008 I attended a Stop the War coalition march (I donated and marched on and off for several years). I found myself inspired by the sight of so many people from so many disparate backgrounds coming together to say something they all believe in. Both the message and its delivery were non-violent to the last. When you don't have money or power and you won't use guns you use your feet to effect change by marching.
Through Whitehall walks a carnival of citizens, who believe in something bigger than themselves. Bohemians and veterans, destiny unites, and winds them round the story that it tells. Herded like the revolutionary livestock that we are, By a gauntlet of uneasy enforcers. Our hoarse voices are a mirror, to the lies of those in charge. We expose and juxtapose the smooth talkers. Oh the... ...left is right but unrealistic, the right is realistic but wrong... ...or maybe it's the right that's right, but unrealistic and the left is realistic but wrong...	An old man plays Jerusalem, on his saxophone. A young girl beats a hand drum as we chant. A festival of empathy, a bazaar of points of view; we revel in the freedom conscience grants. Anger at indignity, breeches barriers of rich men in denial. Onlookers freeze, undecided, as their loyalties and frailties beguile... Oh the... Not pacified by TV or possessions or the law. We shame apathy with each and every step. Intransigence be damned, we'll just shout louder truth will out, That every point of view deserves... ...Respect.

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