Gather in the streets, sweet, sweet children.
Don’t weep, though you’re angry.
Scream your rage at the system,
failed long before it got too big.
Demand back your government: They
hijack Acts like They can’t hear the sounds
of suffering in Their own back yards.
Gather in the streets, sweet, sweet children.
Earmark Their compromises as pay-in-kind
to the fellows with enough dough to open
marshmallows in hell for weekend skiers.
“Earn it,” They laugh, knowing the game is rigged.
They got the upper-hand backed in hard currency,
’cause They forced monopoly money on society.
Gather in the streets, sweet, sweet children.
Vilify what They don’t understand:
Henley’s End of the Innocence, what happens
when the innocent dotcom MeetUp?
Vagrants, labeled by mainstream media:
intellectuals take to the streets, helping
little old ladies march down Wall Street.
Gather in the streets, sweet, sweet children.
Interests plummet as chants of 99% pick up steam:
They start slinging shit in hopes of preventing
the rest of the masses from joining the uprisings.
Interestingly, more join daily, as cities all around
orchestrate mass sit-ins without govie permissions,
thereby demonstrating the power of civil disobedience.
Gather in the streets, sweet, sweet children.
Learn the lessons forgotten chasing profit,
the underlying failure of greed: the seed
of dissention that blooms graciously.
Leap to the front, take responsibility:
“We’re in it for the long haul,” we shout,
“we’re in it for the people and the planet.”
Gather in the streets, sweet, sweet children.