Marching Again

After sixty years of involvement in social justice, environmental struggle, I realize I've worn out many pairs of shoes.

I'm marching again, and my feet hurt like hell
But I just can't sit still, count up the kill and then pay for the bill
So I'm marching again
And where is this war?
And what is it for?
And how many more must die?
So I'm marching again?
I wore out my Keds for Korea,
My Adidas I lost over 'Nam,
My Nike no likee Gulf War Number 1,
I lost my New Balance over Saddam,

So I'm marching again
Aches, pains and all
I guess I'll march 'til I die
And in heaven I'll cry
Long Live Occupy.

Keep marching!