On We March

Poem about society today and how one by one everyone loses sight of individualism

On We March




A change of words.
monotone sounds.
an army of songs
with similar backbones.

On and on
vibrations from the drum,
an orderly playlist
no beat out of line.

Right left, Right left
A cruel war ahead,
stiff crescendos
lost in space and time.

Power like a bomb.
swift as a tornado.
one by one
we all fall down.