“I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant”

World war II Japanese Admiral Yamamoto

A young lady confronted Arlen Specter with this quote at a town hall meeting recently.

A poem submitted to this blog on August 30, 2009 by commenter prairie.

Awake
The air has quickly cooled,
The winds have shifted course.
Dark clouds fill the sky,
As a looming, evil force.

A flash of distant light,
Thunder cracks, the silence breaks.
With the Perfect Storm upon us,
The sleeping Giant wakes.

There is fire in his eyes,
As he looks upon the land.
He attempts to raise a fist,
With shackles on his hands.

He cries out in despair,
Yet, his voice is nearly mute.
Muffled over time,
By the censorship of truth.

His flesh is cold and wet.
His muscles sore and weak.
Still, he braces for the worst. . .
As he rises to his feet.

The mighty giant stands,
As storm waves buckle both his knees.
The wind and rain are punishing. . .
Yet, he will not retreat.

With the blood of generations,
Pumping through his veins. . .
And the will of a free people,
He breaks away the chains.

Silent now no more,
Liberty reclaimed.
Revolution brewing,
As WE THE PEOPLE WAKE.
—Prairie