Earning a Purpose
As I walked down the long pathway, I saw the banners flying. Blackened faces and shouts of great distain, It is all that filled my mind.
The endless battle that the marchers seem to warrant. Can this really be? What cruelty has placed them out in this cold? Signs waving, the forgotten workers marched,
How do they bear it? Belief and courage drove them. Slowly, I approached them, Wary of their purpose.
On my intrusion, they seemed to welcome me. One turned to me, saying something that struck me as stunning. "We do not fight for money, comfort or position, Only what the world needs to know."
As I walked down the long pathway, I saw the banners flying. Blackened faces and shouts of great distain, It is all that filled my mind.
The endless battle that the marchers seem to warrant. Can this really be? What cruelty has placed them out in this cold? Signs waving, the forgotten workers marched,
How do they bear it? Belief and courage drove them. Slowly, I approached them, Wary of their purpose.
On my intrusion, they seemed to welcome me. One turned to me, saying something that struck me as stunning. "We do not fight for money, comfort or position, Only what the world needs to know."
