Mr. D.A. Man,
You claim to speak “for the people,”
But you DO NOT speak for me!
For I am one of those who wants my good friend to be free!
How dare you claim to speak for me!
But we don’t have a choice.
We speak by our presence, though mute is our voice.
Cops with overhanging bellies dressed in uniform
To see society’s rules are kept; that we all stay in “the norm.”
You won’t let us speak out in court, to make our voices heard:
Our presence is silent witness, though our lips speak not a word.
Victims of The System, a system based on greed,
A system based on power and wealth can’t see another’s need.
A system based on punishment, a system with no heart!
Where injustice is called justice: Lives are torn apart!
We will stand strong together; see this through to the end.
Our friend who’s held unjustly will be set free again!
The System will grind on and on: A system based on lies,
A system based on hate and greed can’t possibly survive!
Injustice and corruption, with people’s lives at stake:
We the people have had just about all we can take!
There needs to be a lot of change, but what is the solution?
Will the changes happen peacefully, or will there be revolution?
Robin Johnson Holston
May 4, 1998