The day will fill quickly,

those with tired souls,

aching hearts, shattered ideals.

The want will be heavy with the

weeks of confusion, lost apathy.

What happens tomorrow,

when international bedlam

conflicts a birthday,

a fascist pig, while all the

pain and suffering is background

to his own failure.

Find our peace tomorrow.

The resistance,

the natural consequence.

Let not his ignorance run the

valley of our elegant spirit.

Swift our once beautiful horizon.

Let love be our freedom!