Let's make magic in the mayhem.

As the crowd surges around us, our linked hands will be a spark. The crowd will see us and join hands as sparks scatter. We'll breathe in and exhale flame, and the heat from our voices and the burns from their choices will ignite the tension-charged air.

Those people will try to break us, and stun us and take us to our knees so that our steps become puddles. We cry; in fear, in anger, in anguish. We will not shrink, we will roar.

We will roar so loudly that even as we fall to our knees and tears tear into the heat from our mouths, we will hiss. We will fight. We will not surrender.

Let's find magic in the mayhem and beauty in the blitz. We'll start a revolution and light the sparks within.