May God shine the shoes
of those who march today, so that
the dust of the roads cannot cling to their soles
and the weariness of walking has no hold upon their heels.
May God sweep the streets
before those who march today, until
the white and gold lines shine to lead the way and
cleared gutters collect only freedom songs from passersby.
May God clear all traffic
for those who march today, so that
no one may fail to see the thousands of feet
witnessing and laying claim to an abundance of dry land
amidst the flood of injustice, standing on the rubble
of hatred’s fortress torn down by a trumpet,
dancing at last – at last! – in the street.