On this most auspicious day, I suppose I have to put fingertips to keyboard and thoughts on screen. Here goes:
A thousand voices,
The marching feet approaching.
Growing louder and louder.
Determination etched in the words on their placards.
Courage in their feet, bravery in their voices.
Grown men hugging rifles.
Scared witless of –
Defiance? Black faces?
Children.
Grown men scared of children.
Children they knew they had wronged.
Children they were about to kill.
Children who did what their fathers/mothers could not.
Children we can only hope to become when we grow up.
PS**
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