Power To The People — a poem by a Faust

Power To The People, From Whom All Power Flows

Or, Let’s Do This — Right — This Time

“If you put your ear to the turf that is stolen, You can hear the sound of limitations exploding”

— Boots Riley 

i like to watch from up high on the fringes

laugh facing down all of your fear

pay attention as power unhinges

at what it alone cannot  hear

the people, God bless them, keep trying 

to do what nobody’s done 

once you find out about all the lying —

— why not something new under this sun

the sun that we were told went around us

executed if we didn’t agree

even though with or without us

one could see what was forbidden to see

facts in the end proved them wrong

but they would kill to pretend to be right

they’d’ve killed even this little song

if they thought they’d get me in the fight

— but me i’ve got them in my sights

sneak back round when they wouldn’t expect it

for all those robbed of their rights

for all the humans left broken, neglected

for all who  hoping or not yet still wait 

because words that once seemed disconnected

could still function as key to our fate

if we learned how to — cooperate

o brave future we all would create