Rock me on the water.

The plan proceeds apace. Each day, it seems, the wealth of the nation concentrates more and more in the hands of the few. The banks, brokerage houses and insurers are propped up at the expense of the people. Who speaks for the millions who will lose their homes? No one speaks for them.

I am no Lorax. I speak for no one, not even the trees, but I hear it in the wind. Listen with me. How does the song go?

Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You've left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You're lost inside your houses
There's no time to find you now
Your walls are burning and your towers are turning
I'm going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow

What action should we take? What then must we do? Can we bring this destruction of the American dream to an end? There is a way, my brothers and sisters, but have we the will?

You are loosing your home. So, in all probability are some measure of your neighbors. What if we, (your family, your neighbors, your friends), were to send your bank a letter saying, "No, enough is enough." This is the home of my children or of my mother and father. Clean first your own house. Not one penny more until we are dealt with fairly. No more billions at our expense. Two years we give you to change your usurious ways. If you come back in fairness with equity in your heart and Cain's question firmly in mind, then, and only then shall we go forward with you. In a fair and decent way, as befits the men and women of this free nation. You work for us. We do not work for you.

"They will send sheriffs to claim the land," you say. Then I, you and your neighbors shall meet them upon the road, standing fast, shoulder to shoulder, ready to take back that which is ours, our lives, our freedom, our country and the peace our children deserve. You will say to them. "You shall not pass. You shall not degrade yourself by following the rule of these thieves. You will stand with us and serve them no more. They care naught for you or us. They are about the dollar. We are about human justice. Listen to the song upon the wind. The song on the wind will say to them:"

The road is filled with homeless souls
Every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go
But they'll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
That's going to pull them through somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

And we shall be, as one, the ship that floats upon the waters. Replace your lawns with gardens, grow what you can. Trade in fairness with your neighbor. Remember why those came before us came to this place. That is how they lived. "This land," as a wise one said, "is your land, this land is my land." There is hope in the song. Remember it.

Oh people, look among you
It's there your hope must lie
There's a sea bird above you
Gliding in one place like Elijah in the sky
We all must do the best we can
And then hang on to that Torah vow
When my life is over, I'm going to stand before the Father
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now.

Keep your neighbor safe and whole. Their fear is your fear. Their hope is your hope. We are, none of us, alone if we choose not to be. We are greater than the men of wealth. This is our country. This is our childrens' land. They shall not take it. We will show them what is greater than a human standing alone. We will show them the power of the people. We shall do this because we must. What is greater than you or me alone? We are greater.

Think on this. Dwell on the wisdom. Seek out your neighbors that you may see that their needs are not so different than yours. They live in fear as do we. But this is not how it should be, oh my brothers and sisters. The time has come. Seek the sunlight and its sisters.

Go in peace and stand firm in righteousness. The line in the sand must be drawn. It is time.