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A Call To Solidarity
There is us and them, but we must learn Who is us and who is them ... whose blood is on the floor? Whose illusions like shambled mansions burn? No lack of compassion here makes the suffering of the poor, Nor closed the factory doors. None can sell The houses closed; it's living hell in the shrivelling mines Forget the popular explaining, or go to hell; Mark them who mark you with the beast's cold designs. With their newspapers, and slick bias reports They feed delusions, hate and lies. Deprived workers made Into self-centered seekers. O divided cohorts, We fall a silent wall. For devalued homes, full value is paid Or leave them for shelters so banks can twice More their income make: first the bailout, and then resale. All our tax money for repayment would suffice If the bailout was vouchered to us, no business would fail. The people would pay bills, business prosper, Employment continues, and markets grow stronger. It's all The truth there is to spending. Tell me mother, With children and no tomorrow; tell me father sucking gall; Who hoard the dollars, who hoard the gold, Where is all the money gone? Where is credit, where is loan? Where is the pension toiled for in the cold? Who still makes profit, who control the banks we use to own? Where is your spring? Why do summer trees Die? Where there is spring the ruinates are fruiting in bloom, Change is really more than scent of the breeze; Where is our spring, for so long, so long the shadow of doom. Did we not save from our sweat and sacrifice? Could they not keep trust in that alone? we paid for the keep Of earnings gone. They with theoretical device Took it all, took it all. Yet it is for the broken lives that I weep. Do we for justice march or insular issues blown Big on every newspaper page? Do call this charade diversion? Then why are we duped if the trick is known? Our congress is ourselves in the streets, bring there our vision Let us march against them, let us now defeat The prison makers, the medical hostage takers, the pretenders And deceit. If it's time to die, die on your feet! Not like cowards harassed, fearful, weak, we are mass warriors!
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