The roar of pain and anguish could be heard across the seas,
Suffering and agony bringing people to their knees.
You hear of all the protestors atop the giants head.
While in the streets our own blood runs crimson red!
You hear of fearful people needing special care...
Propaganda swirls around him in the air...
Do you really think the giant cares while weeping in despair?

Standing still, like all his courageous fathers a'fore,
He waits and watches looking from shore to shore.
It isn't the giant marching and protesting,
dissenting, he ignores the media's empty chattering,
The giant stands, still, and silent, waiting, watching.

Who is the giant?
The majority that rules his land.
When the time comes he'll take a stand.
He has spoken and everyone saw his strength of command.

Believed to be soft and spoiled,
The spoiled part may be true.
E'er seen what a spoiled child can do?
Take his toys and he's violent through.

God's anger kindled some did say, that fateful day,
While millions fell to their knees to pray.
Your God mayhap has forsaken you,
But the God that rules our land is true.

So if you think the giant dormant,
Look carefully through his grievous lament,
And you'll see him still standing,
Vigilant, alert, on guard and waiting.

Thank you for the wake-up call,
The giant waits for the next shoe to fall.