March On America For Freedom Poem by Liam Hughes

It did not start with just one
We won't let this carry on
You better get out your paper and your pen

You didn't listen to his cries
We won't listen to your lies
If we don't stop this now then I ask when

There is a wise man who once said
How many men have to be dead
Before we know that too many men have died

We'll be here every single day
Until you see things our way
So you better have your eyes open wide

We're standing in front of histories door
And won't forget what we're knocking for
Every single death is a tragic fate

So get yourself into gear
Don't just pretend you didn't hear
Every minute that goes passed is one too late