Malcontent (Standing Strong)

The people march with natural authority to elevate noble causes of fairness and human dignity; the cries ring out, echoing off the pillars and the planks. Already, a proud majority stands ready to unite all the tribes of the world, not through deception or coercion, but with understanding and compassion for life. Masked and cloaked in black, the storm-troopers fulfill the mandates of the owners, snarling with menace as they scatter pepper gas from industrial drums, broadcasting blindness and panic as they hold their battalion line, herding the cheated into chain-link pens to shout with indignation, the howl smothered like a madman strapped into a straight jacket. My brother next to me balls his fists in rage. "We've got to change the rules of the game," he screams, pointing an accusatory finger at the looming policeman. We grin in response, fully aware of their plan all along. In this pit of despair our spirits lift somehow as we realize we're winning our freedoms back one voice at a time, and the only way we can lose is if we crawl to the level of the tyrant to react with rage, justifying their entire mantra of civilian ignorance and expendability. We prove a threat to the oligarchy through our peaceful organization, lighting brush fires of truth to reveal the hidden agenda until even the most jaded shall stand with us to reclaim our birthright!