If you wish to draw off the people from a bad or wicked custom, you must beat up for a march; you must make an excitement, do something that everybody will notice.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The march is a way to get in celebration mode.
For me the march was a labor - a labor of love - but I was busy handing out flyers for the National Association of Black Social Workers, so I really wasn't standing in the crowd listening and observing. I was busy.
The march to our duty here, not merely to ourselves, but to our surroundings, must proceed. God wills it.
We march on because all lives matter, not to be judged by the color of their skin.
For better or worse, I've always tried to march to my own drum and tell it like it is, while preserving some integrity and style. God, I'm fabulous!
The events of the day's march are now becoming so dreary and dispiriting that one longs to forget them when we camp; it is an effort even to record them in a diary.
The only thing you can do to lead a crowd is prove your passion to them.
This, then, is the test we must set for ourselves; not to march alone but to march in such a way that others will wish to join us.
March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.
In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.