In the streets we marched, our voices echoed through the small city. Drowning out the seagulls squawking over the ocean, the ocean crashing against the retaining walls, the loud music from the minibuses. We marched, defiant, the youth determined to take the island future into our own hands. invincible, strong, united. We marched, remembering the past, the struggles of our ancestors, the blood, the tears as they seek freedom from the colonists. We marched, for the present, to change the way things are, the political corruption as we saw it, out with the old, in with the new. We marched, for the future, we wanted change, we wanted power, we wanted to control our destiny. Forward Ever, Backward Never. We chanted, hoping the world would hear, hoping they would take notice, and they did. With the wrath of military might, they came down, pounding up into submission. Now here we are, did we go backwards, did we go forwards, or are we stuck in the middle, up is down and down is up, waiting, waiting so we can march again, so we can chant again, and maybe this them, they will listen and hear, that freedom is free.