Out from under the mountain of greed they shall rise
Up from the flames of corruption and feudal lies
Cries of the MANY have been unheard by those that they despise
The FEW that capitalize on their hardship with dollar signs in their eyes
A smile shall return to Lady Liberty’s face
On the day they are victorious and the FEW they replace
Mopping up the filth of immoral disgrace
Setting flames to the palace whose curtains are lace
OCCUPY, OCCUPY, OCCUPY
Standing still is never enough of a rebuff
For it is time to get rough with no fear of a scuff
ANARCHY, ANARCHY, ANARCHY
The greatest leadership is one of no control
Leadership of example is the role of ones soul
Break free of your chains; opportunity is for ALL as a whole
The FEW have no future in the world of the just and the free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem