I woke up this morning in an America I did not recognize So many years of just drifting, certain of her elasticity her ability to shake off the parasites and naysayers Now I see a buffoon where lesser buffoons have capered Why do I imagine that under that bleached wave, are the numbers 666? Wake up all you who have slept beside me, drifting in the false safety that is not We must dust off our shoes and march again, doggedly and without reservation. We must demand justice and change... peacefully and forcefully. For this nation is one person who stands up and says - "Enough!" My wheelchair and your legs must gather others and refuse to be silent - evermore.