We Are the People
The man says, 'hey will somebody listen?
I need to talk with someone to get this off my chest.
In a persecution I transgress.
With something missing in my heart, I fall into a category:
I'm such a mess.
Befuddled by every ones current situation.
Emasculation of self being.
We are one as a whole,
Or not at all.
I keep hearing an think to myself.
Self sustaining.
We must live off our own doings.
Not those of others.
We must create an equal trade.
We have consummated a sickness that continues to increase.
At a speed so fast I don't how it will end.
Absolute destruction?
Or the downfall of so many.
Their is a enemy.
We can't see it in our fake peace and harmony.
If we portray it as better, will it be?
No social security to the old and disabled.
Your all done for.
Your are all property of big corporations.
That is what is depending on this.
Yet I hear talk as if it has too happen.
We are the people Mr. President.
We are the people Senators.
We are the people Congressmen.
You just speak for us.
Don't take that for granted.
For you are still in the bounds of an agreement.
To defend us as human beings.
Not rob us of our dignity.'
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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