Strike
Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!
While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!
Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.
Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!
Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!
Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.
True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!
Fore there's no future otherwise.
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