what a speech! that speech gave us all a spanking. wake up, work hard, love our country, don't blame others for your problems, don't screw with us, speak softly... carry a big stick, help, participate, be vigilant, keep a watchful eye.
and that poem... "repairing the things in need of repair" and "the figuring it out at kitchen tables."
Say it plain, that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks,
raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce,
built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle.
Praise song for the day.
and the benediction at the end...