Dark Suits with Tight Faces

Stand in Their Towers....

Walk Floors in Quick Paces

Approaching Last Hours...

They Scurry and Scream

With Evil Hatched Plans

Know Not What to Do

Just Wringing Their Hands

They Break Out Their Guns

Batons and Tear Gases

To Beat Down the People

All Cultures and Classes

They Gave  Us Much Pain 

And Used Us As Cattle

With Hate and Disdain

BUT WE CAME TO BATTLE!

They Think We Don't Count

As If Where Mere Trifle

But WE STAND UNITED......

Putting Flowers in Rifles

No Longer The Rule

Controlling With Fear...

WE Are the MASSES!

The Ending is NEAR!

Dark Suits in High Places

They  Hide in Their Towers...

Grow Weary and Weaker

NOW WE HAVE THE POWER!

Wayne Matthew Clarke   December 1st 2011