Is My Exasperation Towards Gradual Movement An Indicator Of Privilege? 

I gaze in awe at the millions

Who march to show their views.

I am there in person,

Not merely watching the news.

The signs are wise and witty

And camaraderie is merry

But I’m getting sick of idling

As I drive to the library… 

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