New Prisons - Stray Bullets

Two thousand eleven, the people, it seemed,

Realized that their lives were a pyramid scheme,

The american dream just a fable to keep them enslaved,

So they took to the streets and they took to the squares,

Amazed upon looking found someone else there,

And ideas were shared and a new set of options were weighed…

First came the protests and then the encampments,

And media blackouts did nothing to dampen

The spirits of those who had found something worthy to save,

They built microsocieties forged on compassion,

On open discussion, division of rations,

And corporate fascism oiled up its guillotine blade…

With no leaders to slander and no heads to roll,

The machine couldn’t seem to regain its control,

So they called on the congress they’d bankrolled to break up the throng,

In came the government, in on the grift,

They said «freedom of speech ain’t a right, it’s a gift,

If you stick to the script that we wrote then we’ll do you no wrongs»…

But the people, awakened, saw what was at stake,

They said «we won’t repeat all our parents' mistakes,

It’s time to retake things that should have been ours all along,

Although we’re afraid we will not be dissuaded,

No longer obeying a system that’s played us»,

They built barricades and awaited the raids standing strong…

If you can’t find the answers that you’re looking for,

Maybe it’s cos your questions are flawed to the core,

In a system designed where they’ve made it a crime to be poor…

They take us for granted, they take us for fools,

They take us to task and they make us their tools,

They built a new prison where clearly we needed a school…

A young boy walking by grabbed at his mother’s hand,

Asked the right question «why?»

had this whole thing began,

Understanding crept over his face as the woman explained,

Said «these people you see are just like you and me,

And they’re camping out here cos they want to be free

Of the monsters who scare them, the bullies who cause them their pain»…

And as they walked away on that bright sunny day,

He turned back around and he smiled and he waved,

And I knew then and there that this struggle, it wasn’t in vain,

Sure, they took down the camps and they put in the boot

But victory was ours in that moment of truth,

In the seeds taking root in the minds of the youth of today…

If you can’t find the answers that you’re looking for,

Maybe it’s cos your questions are flawed to the core,

In a system designed where they’ve made it a crime to be poor…

They take us for granted, they take us for fools,

They take us to task and they make us their tools,

They built a new prison where clearly we needed a school.