A few hundred marchers
stomping streets of Bristol
on a summer day
warm weather makes it hard
to breathe beneath a mask
but easier to breathe
than with someone kneeling
on your neck.
Listening to children chanting
their lives must have meaning
Quietly I walk along
offering water to the thirsty
as we march toward
the Harriet Tubman statue
We can march down Mill Street
past King George restaurant
until we reach the Tubman statue
Freedom comes in many forms
but until it exists for everyone
it really exists for no one
and that struggle still goes on.