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Young Workers march on February 7

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Dua Dua Dua. With the feet that walked the Mile, and the heart opened up on the table, and the Pearl medallion from a Smithsonian, I tread. I walk in boots that belonged to a man now in Arlington, and pray with all my might;

May the veterans who died in wrongful Political wars not allow this country to be ripped apart by yet another one.

May the Veterans who lie in Arlington restless, the ones who wish to rest, complete their oath and serve and protect We the People.

May they rise up like mists, and choke the proxy for this war.

May they rise like rats from the sewers, and overrun the minds of those who plot and scheme with the lives of civilians and innocent children.

May those of Arlington who died for no reason but a rich man's greed protect the youth of this nation by not permitting further atrocities be done with them as the tools used to perform murder; the boots I wear belong to a man who had no business in desert sand, and now, is bone under dirt.

May the spirits who are restless, who are anxious in Arlington, who sense the beat of war on the horizon; kill the drummers. Kill the ones playing the song of war, for they are the ones choosing a proxy to sacrifice the lives of human beings over.

Kill the drummers of war, so no war may be had. This is not a revolution, this is not a civil war.

This is correction. This is a storm.

Arlington, I call you..... like a storm..... destroy those who demand the deaths of We the People, fulfill your oath, and be at rest. You do not deserve to be tormented over your own life lost to a proxy, when you can save us now.

And then, be at ease at last.