March On

 
Our voices were heard
Our purpose was fought
Pitchforks clenched in our hands
Taking a large stab at injustice along the way
 
The Mall usually paved red, white and blue
Pink looks good on the city streets
The big Palace stands strong and defiant one day
Quivers at out feet the very next
 
Hate scattered our paths
Remnants of a despicable coming to light
But our feet prove we’ll not be shackled
Knowledge takes a stand against ignorance
 
“What do they want?”
“Just accept it.”
There is no acceptance of misogyny and hate
They try to take away our hope
But we march on
Our desire will survive
Don’t give up
Never surrender
Our fight must go on