These, my friends, our distended days;Torture, riot, bomb and inhumanity puff up
Uttering decrees in this, our propelled rage,
Thrusting the future forward out abysmal rot.
We must grasp hold this, bent nor awkward,
Marked with prints from haunted child
Skulking hordes of maddened youth!
Take heed!
Dry their eyes on your fabric of hope
And lyric.
Display no shaded hope or lose rhythm.
Rise up!
Rise up!
Rise up!
These melting days attend not a cowed voice
Of uneasiness or pattering along the dark schism.
Our battle moves on, spirals upward, and out.
Let us not dally time through jingoistic's prism,
Rather hear the orator beseech sanity!
Hear him!
It is time to act! It is now! It is ready!
