Occupy, Anarchy Poem by Sam Edison

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