For #OccupyWallStreet by Aisha

You see, for me /

Occupation is a symptom of society/

Now we have occupied the occupiers/

An’ they call them riots with sobriety/

They take our land/

And chain our hands/

Label flesh with prices, B/

But me, I was born free /

Under the roots of the poet tree (poetry) /

And will not be executed quietly/

I’m all fired up /

But I flow like the sea/

(I ain’t Jay-Z…) Got a problem/

But 99 percent (stands) behind me/

This is how I protest non-violently/

My words are an army/

Lines that march to the beat/

1711 my brothers and sisters/

Sold and chained at they feet/

The hideous site of this slave market was called wall street/

Built capitalism of milk and honey/

On the backs of slaves/

Afraid of an uprising/

So they changed their names/

And they held them in place/

Present day ‘democracy’/

Transatlantic slave trade/

Hundreds of years later/

It’s the same old game/

Funny how the rich stay so wealthy/

While the people can’t get paid/

Fighting over biscuits/

That the masters made/

Maybe this power wouldn’t stand/

If we didn’t obey/

Rhetoric of terrorism and fear/

Meant to keep the citizens at bay/

National debts, private assets/

War will never fully pay/

We fighting for change/

While Egypt and Tunisia pave the way/

Looking for the answers/

While they stare us in the face/

Not meant to just survive/

I wanna thrive at this pace/

Let me achieve in this land of amazing grace/

Might have different struggles/

But we one human race.