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A long narrow road twists and turns, spiraling up and down the vast, endless desert and vanishes into the horizon like grains of sands dissipating into the dark abyss of time.

Step after step, like an automaton, soles and souls travel the black carpet with hopes of reaching the mystical destination, no entity has seen before.

The horizon like a rope of sand, forever out of reach, dissolving in your hand, and the falsehood of truth and justice in America is omnipresent and unchallenged.

And so we walk this deserted desert road, so that maybe one day, we shall reach the horizon, March to the beat of billions of drummers in the footsteps of the people who have nearly made it to the horizon.

Martin Luther King Jr., Mahatma Gandhi, John F. Kennedy, Rosa Parks and all the other heroes in history. And I walk...