Occupy Wall Street- Take Back the Cornfields of America
They look down from their penthouse and turn up their nose.
They see us all as a murder of crows. Bunch of pests and foul nuisances trying to eat of their crops.
Not sons and daughters and mommas and pops.
They don't want to hear of our lower class rambling.
Why shan't we continue our financial gambling?
Their scarecrow is the media which deems us all decadent.
We shall not yield the cornfield, For we are the 99 percent!
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