Ninety-Nine Percent Poem by Sandy Fulton

We're the middle class, and the poor folk,
And the unions all together,
And the women, and the laid-off,
And the ones who lost their homes.
We're the patriots! The real Americans,
The ninety-nine percent Americans!
From the cities and the mountains,
From the shore where the ocean foams.

From the teepees and the slave shacks,
Ellis Island and the Mayflower,
We were making it, till Wall Street crushed us
And they thought they'd whipped us tame!
Tried to split us, separate us,
But we showed them, we're together!
Now we stand here, joining hands here,
Now we stand to make our claim!

We're the tough ones, we're survivors,
We don't believe the right-wing talking heads;
Forty years of propaganda
Are enough pie-in-the-sky!
We want our share, need our fair share!
Tax the rich and share the wealth around,
Spread the word: we'll stay forever,
And our word is "OCCUPY! "