WE ARE A NATION OF ONE:

This group rushing forward headlong:

will you not wait awhile and review?

I too feel the necessity of dynamic action,

but I have to wait for that day which will come one day.

Millions are nothing but meaningless symbols;

we are a nation of one:

one man killed is all that is

meaningful to him that dies.

Faltering over pockmarked ruins

and hurtling towards nowhere, we move on, headless group.

Can you not wait till I catch up too?

Let me sell a dream I slept upon - my group was

well fed.

We were not wound up like creaky springs,

but were creativity unleashed

throwing up

volcanic eruptions of wealth, love, fresh ...

coolness, clean water ...

Money money money - I want you to have money.

Blasted out of this world through volcanic efforts

and perspiration.