say that star-spangled banner does yet wave. The brave doctor King did
raise his voice and he did
call out to a people from amongst the fields and forges of this imperfect nation. Yes, he did
challenge us from atop the steps of blood-bought liberty to
gather, and to
carve from the mountain of despair a stone of hope; thus did the oppression of a former age
become the foundation of a new work of freedom upon the earth.
Pull that barge, and
tote that bale became, no longer, some strawboss command, but instead, a new summons to
do the work of living free. No free lunch, you
Watch the sun rise and set as ye
stand upon that old mountain of despair, to
conquer it, and to
wield a chisel upon its craggy immensity..
Listen to the whistling of the wind across our prairie land.
Hear the cry of the hoot owl in the forest.
Gather the seed, and
Dig out the iron, and
smelt it for steel.
Find the copper, and
collect the sun.
Seek the gold.
Give it to your wife, to your children.
Multiply what your fathers and mothers have sewn into your world. Though it be small, it
be much, enough to
Extract the resources of a new age from the cracks of the old.
Lift up from the fissures of failing institutions the cornerstones of the next.
Pull that wire.
Draw that dream.
Key that message to your people.
Build future. It aint what it used to
be. Your welfare rests not upon an SS check; yeah, it doth
kindle behind your eyes. It doth
smolder between your shoulders.
Wait no longer, but do
wait upon the Lord.