To our anthem we march, we follow the beat
Rhythm in lines, feet fall on the street.
We rise up we go down, together as one.
All as one, raise the gun, we don’t buy your deceit.
I is we, they are me, that is all we believe,
Believe the worlds order depends on the street.
Even rows, even columns, equal movement of feet
Unity and passion in time touching concrete. Continue reading