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To hear the thundering of the Mass

Imperialistic meddlers,

men of power greed and wealth

Western Imperialism

not too long ago

was once put on the shelf

Not too long ago

this name was never heard

Its name is New Order of DiSoRdEr

But still us folk of sanity

with eyes wide open

we see their compliance

lock-step herd vanity

 

In White House spin gone amuck

they throw their bolts of anger

to all countries on the globe

And with more and more displeasure

we witness their destructiveness

from sea to shining sea

 

But now I hear, see and feel

a distant faint rumbling the rising Valorous

the rumbling stampeding of democracy

by the forceful rightful anger,

the free-spirited valiant word

a word of truth and dignity,

the echo of today,

and aaah yes

to hear the thundering of the mass

To hear the thundering of the mass...

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Written by
rw-dennen
Published
Sep 18, 2014
Lines·Words
28·141
Notes

This short reading of mine protesting for freedom for Haiti- with Haitian dignitaries- was presented in Philadelphia at City Hall

on the western front facing traffic and straight ahead was Market Street heading west. The year was 2005

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