(original date 10/27/11)
As the sun set and beads set on hands,
I think of every hand of a hand; coming to together to voice a appendix,
Set rejoice, hymn has never felt better,
They used to walk the street hand and hand when something was wrong.
But now a date a texts is just as good as a call,
No more days feeling alone,
Self-petite is reflected on the young that has no vote to voice,
How can we call a world corruption if we never stand united.
I’m only one person,
But I’m apart of the 99%; so don’t feel along,
Together we shall speak not only on this topic,
But more on events and circumstance that effects the global.
I’am not alone.
Internet protestation at its best.