Occupy Everything - Think

What makes you think of all the lies laid down Like pavement bricks in poisoned ground Cracked and gray like prison dust; Who makes these rules... Who do you trust..? What makes you think in all our Books of Law Where tiers of privilege rub truth raw Lost freedoms granted the deepest purse Too easily chase a rich man's thrist... Leave the poor to kick and scream Each single soul judged still unclean With no rcourse except for Green So hard to find...so seldom seen. What makes you think forgiveness comes with neeed A trilogy of pain gone mad -- of hatred, lust and greed Blood sins accrued while hunting fears From stolen shadows pale as tears Abyss deep oceans..deep as years. Who lives in Citadels of Gold And rules us all from White Abodes Those pristine rooms above the fray.. False roads of ignorance that lead away To deepest, hard core yesterdays With Death the only coin to pay. What makes you think in all their selfish schemes Democracy, a live, expensive dream Woven out of whole black cloth A wedding gown of somber troth; Who planned this March into Nowhere... Betrayed our birth with vicious care... What makes you think through all their secret plans And all they hold with grasping hands That they will share - or understand Our shouts demanding Fair Laws Land What color hate behind a smiling face... What selet elite would ever trace The elected history of a People's Grace... Now fallen into shallow graves Behind a promise bought with slaves... What makes you think they would repay, Or for one moment truly kneel to pray With honor lost so long ago To a Puppet Master's bloated ego Behind their eyes,corruption grows In sterile ground, 100 Proof And none - as yet - to see the truth. What makes you think....