They show us picture perfect scenes
painted upon those flat, black screens,
but when I look out the window?
All I see are starving faces
hiding in those dark, cold places
they somehow manage to call their homes.
We are all sleepwalking while
the rich flaunt their gaudy style
and play is like marionettes.
We the People, we are bound and gagged,
unable to make a sound against those who
hold us captive.
And while a woman sells her body and soul
to feed her starving 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 the People 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 end, We the People always retreat?
not merely a recession.
its Our Choice,
our moral obligation
to stand and fight
for what is right
for The People of Our Nation.