Let this not be only a gesture extending outward just to fade in the night...
Let us begin anew in this time that strokes the skies with our breath...
Let this moment surge beyond the walls of oppression, tyranny and might...
Let this, I ask, be a movement that transports a full and lifelong change...
Let this time ring out above all else, above that which only serves to conquer...
Let us hold on to this passion that has rightfully shifted our conscience...
Let each and every one of us find it inside ourselves and feed its steely hunger...
Let us savor its taste, its touch, and relish in its wet lips upon our music...
Let not this time be our meek servant, instead permit us to humbly be its slave…
Let us form an alliance with its tears, a steadfast adherence with its cause…
Let us unite in common good around the permanence of this moment’s call…
Let us not presently allow the dream to merely become just another song...
© 2008 mrp/tpm
