Do you hear it? That quiet melody?

It is no more then a faint whisper in the distance, But if one were to look and listen carefully you can hear it ever-so slightly, echoing though the tired messes of every nation.

One must just stop and listen, it may just a quiet whisper, but it grows ever more certain, as numerous voices comes to join it's chorus.

What will you do when it's quiet melody ignites to millions of thundurus voices singing in unison, too loud to be ignored?

For it is the song of the angry downtrodden and it grows ever louder.

So I implore you, stop even just for a moment, listen to it's emotional melodies.

And now I must ask, too those whom ignored it's melody, too those whom silence it's chorus of the past.

Do you hear the people sing?