January 21, 2013
The voice of those who have no voice,
The voice of those in need,
The voice of those who pay the price,
Of other's rampant greed.
While children dodging bullets
Live in ghettos without hope,
Their parents locked in prisons,
Or strung out on their dope.
There is a group who cannot see,
Beyond their lust for gold.
Who care not of the consequence
Their callous actions hold.
But not this man, no, not this one,
Who says what must be said,
Lest Liberty, Equality,
Should slumber cold and dead.
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