I have turned purple and I have turned blue.
And still, I cannot get through to you.
What more is left for me to say?
Nothing changes from day to day.
The time for action will pass us by.
I wring my hands but my eyes are dry.
Face set in stone, teeth are clenched.
Throat muscles tight; nostrils are pinched.
For the day of reckoning, I am prepared.
With nothing to lose; why should I be scared?
Our freedoms are gone and justice is dead.
Liberty resides in a padlocked shed.
Take my hand; do not let it go.
Together we stand against our foe.
We will not lean and we will not fall.
We have heard the cry; we must heed the call.
How did we get so much in debt?
Those who would own us will soon collect.
Do you really want to become their slave?
Whose debt has a banker ever forgave?
Shelby I. Courtland
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