All the strangers are marching. A gathering is happening. Passing you the lift their arms.
All the strangers with their armbands, marching.
And in the distance. Not so far away. There is a glowing, ahead of this great flowing.
There are great embers flying past your head. Feel the heat from the grand crowd.
Close enough now to smell what is burning. The embers. The fire. Not Tea, but books.
Welcome to the bonfire.
Time to pass out the arm bands and learn to march.
The Tea Party has arrived to take over america.

the arm band band is pounding