With my head on the pillow, and heart-beat in my ear, amid the vivid darkness, and stunning silence, I commune with the plight of Atlas. Once free men, bound by the clutches of greed, A once great democracy, laying prostrate, begging the titans of industry to let their voices be heard, the citizen majority begging for the right to affect change. A torrential rain of propaganda, cast down, piled on those unable to discern truth from lies. A wounded country that no longer believes we deserve good health. A crumbling democracy that is no longer permitted to rethink being.