Let Us March

Let us march as long as
The migrant labors, forced
Out of jobs due to lockdown,
Walk the streets and highways
And railway tracks to reach home.

Let us march as long as jobs
Are eaten away by failing
Economy and pandemic-driven
Recession and George Floyds
Are throttled to death.

Maybe we are black…
Maybe we are brown…
Maybe we are African…
Maybe we are Asian…
And you are white.

But the blood running in
Our veins is red.

Let us not spill it on the
Streets for vain cause

Let us march till the dignity
Of our blood and our
Birth is restored…

Let us march till we win
Against oppression and
Discrimination on the
Basis of race and religion,
Caste and creed…

Let us march against death
And disease, decay
And destruction…

Let us march till rights of
All men, women and children
Are established in a society
Of equals, where women
Work in tandem with men,
And no one is greater
Among the equals…

Let us march till a happy
World order is established…

Let
Us
March!

Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, poet, author and translator. He has three published books to his credit. Air and Age (co-author; published from Kolkata), Soul Searching and Other Poems (first solo book of poems, published from Toronto) and Bougainvillea And Other Stories, a book of short stories in English, translated from the Bengali original. His poems have been published in Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, Literature Studio Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, Leaves of Ink, Weasel Press, Ochebooks.com, Harbinger Asylum, Spillwords, The Piker Press, Visual Verse, Hans India and Setu Magazine, among others. He is married and lives in Kolkata, West Bengal, India. Read other articles by Pranab.