When Billionaires Rise

We can cry as the billionaires rise,
but they won't see us.
Their eyes are trained on the shining prize.
We can scream as the rich men dance
but they won't hear us.
We're too far down beneath their gilded stage.
We might be tempted to retreat in despair
quelled, exhausted, as their false king
covers us with lies, like bullets.
Let's remind them that his victory is paper thin
Let's bring them our strength,
our pride in each other,
and the real promise of America.
Let's lock hands and push back.
Let's show them that freedom
is not about wealth.
It's about compassion.
Our prize doesn't shine like gold.
Hope isn't any one color.
Our silence is what they want.
Instead, let's give them hell.