Momentum, Pt. 2

Why are there millions of poor people in America?
Who owns the banks?
Who owns the prisons, and who are its occupants?
Why do some have billions, while most struggle to survive?
We can’t sit idly by while some profit off of the pain of others
While gates both visible and invisible separate the wealthy from the hungry
When the consequences of these barriers result in everything
From flooded homes to broken dreams
When death is a cost we have grown accustomed to bearing
We cannot compromise in our pursuit of justice
We cannot retreat in the face of inequity
We cannot ignore the patterns of brutality
We will NOT be silenced!
The depression is coming in heavy
I can feel it from all corners, shape-shifting around me
Betrayal lays like a heavy fog in the air I breathe
I know I’m a target… but I must keep moving
On this blistering August day
We stand face to face with our beloved country
As we have done so many times before, and demand:
Your very fabric must be changed!
YOU MUST BE BORN AGAIN!
And as our final hour draws ever, ever closer
It seems to me, in my sanctified imagination
That we cry…
That we cry…
NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!!!