if the protest has no song

The song follows the protest 

From when the hurt was deepest

The song reminds the limbs

That the hurt has an abode

An abode that will yield

First to the rhythm of feet

Matching in unison to the song

Like Jericho of old. 

The song is the last memory

Of the camaraderie  of saying enough

After time has made the hurts

Irrelevant in the middle of bigger hurts

So, let the poet lend his voice

And create a song for this protest

A song to point out who stole the future

And who justified the theft

Who laid waste the hopes

And who stood by feeding the horses. 

This protest will not have nostalgia

If feet do not rhyme in step

With voices hoarse from asking who

Who stole the future

The protest must have a song

To weave the pain into the anger

And join the words and the action

What will the children remember 

If the protest has no song ?