They show us picture perfect scenes

upon those flat, black screens,

yet when i look out the window,

all i see are those starving faces

hiding in those dank, cold places

they somehow call their homes.

 

We are all sleepwalking while

the rich flaunt their gaudy style

and play us like marionettes.

We The People, we are bound

and gagged, unable to make a sound

against those which hold us captive.

 

Yet here We all are, all standing still.

We cannot afford to wait, for until

there is a ripple, there will be no tsunami.

While a woman sells her body and soul

to feed her child, a man with a warm, full

stomach leads my home into dire straits.

 

Where is the liberty for my sisters, who just want to succeed?

Why is it that we allow the old, graying Man to impede?

And where is the justice for my friend, who was shot dead in the street?

Why is it that, in the face of a challenge, We The People always retreat?

 

It's Oppression,

Depression,

not merely a recession.

It's Our Choice,

Our Voice,

Our moral obligation,

To stand and Fight

for what is Right,

for the People of our Nation.