By Mike Sylvester
So they’ve taken the White House, the Congress, the Courts
So what the hell are we gonna do now?
There isn’t a magic bean stalk in sight
No golden goose, no milking cow.
There is no handy axe
That lets us climb down off this limb
You may have hoped for Pixar
But this suckers penned by the Brothers Grimm.
All the streets of justice have signs that say STOP
There be monsters, there be sharks.
But comrades, when I see a STOP sign
I instinctively add a question mark.
Who wants us to stop? What is their goal?
Why are they afraid of GO?
Why wouldn’t we march to the place we are dreaming
Just because someone said no?
They (that’s the “royal” they) thinks power
Be paved with the money spent
But I promise you that every cobblestone Is laid with our consent.
How do we consent? How do we empower the politicians
To lie and steal and cheat?
It starts when we trust in folks bought and sold
And hope that the buyers have lost the receipt.
When we make our calls to people whose number
The Corporations own
And then shake our heads when they let us down
Mutter “oh dear, if we’d only known.”
Well, we know now. The lines are drawn
The flags have been unfurled
There is no more time to equivocate
To wring our hands or clutch at pearls
There is no better time
No “if only they, or they, or they.”
We are the ones who must save,
Who must do, must make, the ones who must say.
It is hard. We may lose things
Things we like, things we love and worse
They will tighten the strings on the already tattered
Cloth of our money purse.
They may have us fired or voted out
We may hear hard words from the people we know.
We can’t guess the lengths they’ll travel
So that we nod yes and stop shouting our NO!
So we have to ask ourselves, what will we risk?
If not us who? If not now when?
If they are going to take it all anyway
What good will our comforts do us all then?
We are hanging on by a finger and it looks
Like leaping is all we can do.
Can we hold hands and jump off together, compadres
Because if you can, if we can, then me too.