Soul's Cry

Can you hear what I'm hearing? I hear a cry, loud and clear, blowing across the nation from sea to shining sea; from the lowlands and valleys in the east to the highlands and mountains of the west. It is the CRY OF THE SOUL! From New York City to San Francisco, Miss Liberty feels a threat. Her bell rings out far less Bill of Rights. I hear cries of agony dressed in fear and protest. It is the CRY OF THE SOUL! Such a cry can only be sounded by those who. have tasted the sweetness of freedom and would rather die than live without its liberty. It is the CRY OF THE SOUL! Such is not a cry encumbered with a thirst for things material, but rather one from the soul, bleeding red, white, and blue tears enough to fill the nation's lakes, rivers, and reservoirs. It is the CRY OF THE SOUL! Hear ye well, every social class, rich or poor, educated, elites, or commoners. We do well to listen to the soul's cry. Such a cry cannot be bought or sold, will never go on vacation, be placated, or evaded. It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!