To rouse the sleeping ones,
Whose dreams keep them snuggled safely in bed,
During the rev'lution,
Against the injustices clear to all,
Foisted 'pon earth and tribe?
I am sickened to tears by the stories,
Yet I still cannot seem to find the time.
Here's what the problem is, in a nutshell,
There's just too much to fight,
Systemic oppression of everyone,
It's hard to see the light,
Shine through the sludge,
Caked on our very souls,
It's hard enough affording to live life,
And who would fight this life except the poor?
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