It's not pulitzer prize winning stuff, but it sums up my feelings in song lyric form.
OCCUPY WALL STREET
What a time to be alive
In your man-made hell hole
Refugees in our own homes
Your greed has damned us all
And we've held our breaths and waited
Stayed silent for so long
We've covered our eyes, our ears, our mouths
But now we're switched on.
You can't pull the wool over every single eye
And we're goddamned sick and tired of standing by
And watching you try
Your money's no good here
And neither's any of ours
What a time to be born into
In your hand-crafted recession
And the state the world is in
Explains our mass depression
And we've held our hearts in our hands
And sewn our mouths shut tight
We've taken the bait, and we drank your poison
But we won't give up this fight
You can convince most people but
You can't convince them all
And as we watch our nations fall
We're heeding the call
Your money's no good here
And neither's any of ours
Bail us out
Don't fail us now
Erase the doubt or erase the debt
There's two ways this could bend
And one of those ways is going to save us
And the other signifies our end.
Your money's no good here
And neither's any of ours
Like a train wreck
You can't stop it
You can only minimise the casualties
Of your corporate greed.
