By Will McGuirk

It passes from one to another, it spreads, goes viral, uses our own breadth. It begins with cans and spoons on doorstep and balconies. It slips in with zoom sing-a-longs, it carries on from roof top to roof top to mountain top to open plains to open empty streets. It gathers and grows. its humming in harmony the same rage, and we begin to know each other, to see in sound, the collective roar of the oppressed, it will be the hit heard around the world. . . and it is only just beginning.