A nation forged in revolution against tyranny.
A nation drowning in the blood of innocents.
A nation whose revolution has not stopped.
And who can hear the sound of the drums raging,
Yearning to fill this bountiful land?
And who can picture the uniform march,
Protesting space, protesting God?
Sit quiet, and you will hear them.
The drums that pronounce the one and only Name.
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