How can I be content if my brother is in pain?
I would not turn my back if I saw my sister slain.
The world has had enough and the rich will lose their head.
Those who try to stop us will lie among the dead.
Peaceful, we have tried and it only got us where?
The poor are over here and the poor are over there!
No corner of the globe will hide the thieves and liars.
Light a billion torches, fry their spying wires.
Rest is for the dead and we have no time to waste.
They must know real fear, they must have a taste.
The lords have played their hand and took our rights away.
Do you think we’ll get them back if only we will pray?
Stand strong and hold your ground, they cannot kill us all.
Tear down the corporate sign and breach the outer wall.
Progress will be made in one form or another.
The protests they have squashed and dissent they try and smother.
Hate has been their tool and we shall overcome.
They treat us just like dirt and they tell us we are scum.
No time to run, no time to hide, the stakes are just too high.
And when they come for you, you must fight or you will die!
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
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