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My eyes fill each time I round the corner At the Main Four Buoyed by the sea of people   They spread across the courthouse lawn And down the street heading east As far as I can see   Hand painted messages on cardstock Attached to paint sticks held overhead Proclaim the rage and disillusion we all feel so deeply   The crowds grow larger each time As we gather by the hundreds and thousands Desperate to stop the assaults on our democracy   To make our voices heard And open the hearts of those...

On Cemetery Ridge I’m a standin’ In the shade of the Witness Tree Feelin’ the horror of the past Repeatin’ itself once more   Fifty thousand voices a callin’ Callin’ from blood-soaked soil Fearin’ their sacrifice a waste Sensing what’s in store   There’s an icy wind a blowin’ Hard across the land Creepin’ in between the cracks Rattlin’ the old back door   The troops they are a gatherin’ Takin’ up their signs Armed with righteous fury Into the streets they pour   A fierce storm is a brewin’...

We hover in this waiting place Where time stands still Between the here and the after Earthly concerns fall further and further away As...