A lot of people don’t like rhyming poetry. Too bad.

Protest Song

The Aristocracy

Everybody fall in line

Don’t have a thought or speak your mind.

We’ll tell you what you should know

Because our saying makes it so.

You don’t need the daily news

Just subscribe to all our views.

Here’s the kool-aid – have a drink.

Now you don’t even have to think.

The Proletariat

Under the sun, there’s nothing new.

Power remains in the hands of a few.

Their money shields them from concern

They watch, uncaring, as our world burns.

Infrastructure crumbling, people in need.

Leaders blinded by their greed.

Raids in your churches, humans in chains,

Dying species. Acid rain.

Poisonous food on our grocery shelves,

Oligarchs enrich themselves.

Young and old, pushed aside.

Swaths of people marginalized.

A drug trade supported through legal means

While dark money hides political schemes.

It’s so easy to whitewash the truth.

What’s the example for our youth?

The Revolutionaries

Perhaps it’s the young who will guide us through.

Understanding how much there is to do.

Good must grow and love must win.

Never give up. Never give in.

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