We Marched
In the streets with our signs—we marched. It felt good to let off some steam, a symbolic rant, our feet moving us onward, our signs swaying back and forth. We were few at the beginning and we never grew enough, but—we marched.
Wherever we looked we saw them; like deer in the headlights. They didn't know. They went along to get along with the majority, their peers, their bosses, family members, and officials. They did what they were told—we marched.
Through a large intersection, they watched us from all corners, all sides, We chanted in unison- “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” They just stared like zombies. Some got angry, shook their fists, gave us the finger. Some called us crazy—we marched.
They wore them, all of them. I wouldn't, couldn't, wear one. I thought it was evil, sick, a sociopathic lie. They pushed them on everyone, arrested or ticketed those who wouldn't wear one. They lived in fear and acted accordingly—we marched.
We were so few in number, so out numbered, we thought more would join. Slowly a few more woke up and did join us—but still not enough. Our spirit had to make up for it, no matter how hopeless it looked—we marched.
Every week we met and resolved to try again, and again, and again. The government called us names, the media made fun of us. We were out on a limb, the very edge. We had slogans and truisms that poked a hole in the official story—we marched.
It went on for years, it went on until the majority's beliefs started to tear at the seams, fall apart. Instead of a victory for us, it was seen as a threat, we were demonized, demoralized, defunded, defrauded, and denied. It made the government mad, the media increased its attack—we marched.
The atmosphere slowly changed. Restrictions lessened. The majority were told they could take them off. That they were allowed to breath again. That they were allowed to resume normal programming. That they were allowed to be allowed. We slowly stopped rallying, less came, and less, until it was just a small core of us. As I look back on that time I am glad of one thing—we marched.
