Ninety- Nine Percent Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

You can't tell us where to protest
while you push us around by using
men clad in bullet proof vests.
They look behind a clear shield
that is full of disgruntled saliva.
They spray the eyes of the desperate
because they do not sympathize
while having a pay check in their pocket.
People in blue hiding behind their
gold shields of jurisdiction,
who are you really serving?
You are no where near the one percent,
yet you are ordered to protect them.
Why don't you stand up against this
inequality that is clearly among us all?
You pathetic little sheep being herded
by these money eating machines.
How can you wake up and think that
this is the right thing to do?
You've been herded for so long,
I think you aren't really capable of
thinking for yourselves anymore.
Who should you really protect?
The one percent or the ninety-nine percent?