The Revoltution

The Revoltution
Markeecha Forcell / Pen name KeeKi MACCasim
4/30/2013

They yell help The high and mighty have fallen
there wings clip, ironically by the same queen they shunned as a peasant
her meager beginning unfit for their arstocrasy
but the speech she gives the richest accolade a run for thier money

good evening, I speak as a representive for the poor
the ones you called unfit the ones you work for
The women stuck on welfare the husbands with no job
I work for those who you rob.
Im here cause your decision making sucks because they aren't born of means
I speak for the sickly, the old, the youth, the meager
And I've come to watch you plumet we all have for that were eager
we've build this country brick for brick and were sick of you ruling in ruins
and you don't play fair at all  you knock those who stand tall
you take what not yours, your a bully purely ignorant
and you lie saying you protect the law......

this revolution shes started keeps speading
 miles away someone else takes back their state as they say

call this my veto , my political outing
I speak for the 99 because you speak for the one
Im here to let you know were not all politically dumb
you tell me to yell in ignorance so I cant here the truth
about how you stay richer and my taxes pay for you
you travel on vacation while my people are without lights
you corrupt the office and kill dreams well now you take your flight
leaders maybe i should follow in your footsteps
put money in island accounts to avoid paying taxes
keep cutting jobs and money so more people on the streets
while your have 4 or five homes to sleep?
you make the gap grow wider
may women the sole provider, and minimum wage aint enough for the most miser survivor
the rates skyrocket until we all in a depression
then will you learn a lesson.

And people stay rising because the truth keeps flowing a revolution is steadily revolving
miles away someone gets her humble start

I may die for what I write but the truth will set me free
my people are sick of tyranny
you police the world but you can't police the streets
people die from genocide in my yard and I got to be afraid to leave out my door
but our troops steadily head out for war?
I call war on my avenue on my block , what kind of peace do we have when children are being shot?
what kind of place is this not Darfur? No this is what goes on in America's home.
we yell the land of the free home of the brave
when If i leave my house at night I could end up in a grave
I pray when I send my child to school that she comes home that day
how do we fight for other's rights when were so messed up
can we help home to give our kids a future worth fighting for.

and the revolution continues more people take notice
because we are in the war and the government don't no this
we are in a struggle for survival everyday
until you rise up and join us
nothing will never change.....