Johnny Hoover, I’m calling your name from the skin and muscle of a scared and silent country.
Andy McCarthy come home; we are afraid of ourselves, we are afraid of the shape of humanity, and we are afraid of our own man-made gods.
Joe Stalin wipe the sleep from your eyes and crawl from your granite bed, we eat at our own hate and fear like stupid children.
Fidel Castro, rise from the tiles and fluorescent halls of your hospital, we bow our heads to false and rabid prophets and throw our backs into making their words true.