Though at times the angry clouds may seem to forecast doom,
A mass of darkness but for their lightning bolts;
But the sun will always shine out beyond the storm and gloom,
And thunders never are the last results.
Yet proverbs always need support by the acts of men,
They never have effect just by themselves;
The same conditions will in every place recur again,
For that we must rededicate ourselves.

There's a movement on the Wired that is not about forced memes,
There's a heat that's not because of flame or troll;
When a million angry eyelids open from their empty dreams,
And a million righteous hands shall take control!
For those who do injustice justice soon shall be at hand,
And the truth shall be made known of those who lie;
And the corporations shall be driven out from land to land,
And then begone from our free, open sky!