Let dead hearts tarry and trade and marry,And trembling nurse their dreams of mirth,While we the living our lives are givingTo bring the bright new world to birth.

Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, / Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? / Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme / Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, / Telling a tale not too importunate.

The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.

Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

This is not a mass protest. We don't pretend to represent anyone. We just want to denounce the huge trade barriers that are detrimental to everyone.