Amid marching footsteps
click clacking fine shoes
Step over white tiled floors
Before the gentle tap of a white pigeon’s claws
A voice condemns society
A voice as annoying as a crow’s creek
Tires never of saying the same thing
Day out and day in.
“What’s wrong with what’s happening” and “the danger of changes”
Some hold hands
Send wishes
Sealed with a kiss
And sh…