Laughter hope sock in the eye's Blog

Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
—Bob Dylan

you force yourself on others
your power breeds abuse
coercing our submission
you lit a righteous fuse

one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down

you’d sell your mother’s soul
you’d steal a beggar’s breath
trampling on the poor
making money offa death

one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down

trafficking in bullets
making nations bleed
our blood will feed the soil
you tried to bury us like seeds

one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down

by Richard W. Bray

But, scarce observed, the knowing and the bold
Fall in the gen’ral massacre of gold;
Wide-wasting pest! that rages unconfin’d,
And crowds with crimes the records of mankind
For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws,
For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws;

—Samuel Johnson, The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated

The rich everyday exhort a part of their daily allowance from the poor
not only by private fraud but by public law
—Thomas More, Utopia

Los ladrones que mandan
The thieves who always win
Extracting every dollar
From misery and sin

When tyrants, kings and pirates
Lay the land to waste
Los ladrones que mandan
Will always get their taste

Tax you, fine you, frame you
Guilty any way you plea
Los ladrones que mandan
Lock you up for living free

Ain’t no way to ever reckon
How much they really stole
Los ladrones que mandan
Crush you body, crush your soul

by Richard W. Bray