The Movement
Below the Monument
A ripple stirred in the breeze.
A single wispy hint of discontent.
The whisper of things to come.
Of dissent.
The waters of Democracy moved.
The sleeping giant gathers composure.
Thought and feeling long forgot awaken.
The crack in the old bell strained.
A call to action....
To save our nation.
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