Zucotti Park Is Occupied

Time is indifferent to our words And Time does not heal wounds Made by the careless lash of sound In fury - or by corrupted Law. Set heart deep in Purpose without direction Stretching on without surcease Bias for the ages thrown away. Time does not reveal layers of honesty Without a costly step to rest Or try to grow without the sun... And we can live a thousand hours In a handful of breaths To no avail in any mind committed. Weren't they here for us..To protect and serve? Time does not explain the immediate pain That cuts so deep we do not bleed, And cannot heal because of need.... Because of liars and deathless greed Made by those selfish few Lounging still in ease... Time does not reshape the truth Or shows us how to face a reality armed with teeth Or tells us how to draw a line Beyond whatever binds us to believe.. And give us "leave" to Occupy What must be filled apace...a living, breathless race. Time does not grant instant understanding; Incomprehensible, the scope of deceit Improbable, the Rule of Law prevailing For none of us...for all of them Across their newly minted Bridge of Moral Sins Destruction created from financial quicksand and filth Time does not respect the Norm All twisted out of space - of form and resaoned madness Due process tainted deep beyond repair.. Gaping wounds bound up in plastic trashbags Where only wealth will hide despair, Hide the rotting corpse that is Society The differences to hold the mark - leaving children homeless To catalog us all around forever How to try beyond a single doubt To "free" us - one and all - by stealing everything. Weren't they here for us as promised - to protect and serve...? Let Freedom ring; let all the young lions sing In acapella rendition of whatever seems important And echo every single broken pledge Back at the ones who broke them. Make them pay - make them explain away Deception - abomination.. Occupy the Wall Streets in their Living Rooms.. Occupy Their longest day Watch them slither fast away from sunlight Hiding under dark, wet rocks. Occupy their rotted souls And watch them die of blame.. We will protect and serve ourselves. Occupy And serve them up a meal of shame. Occupy.