Swan's Original Poem from Occupied Wall Street

Note: This presentation of the poem may be the premiere edition of the revised version.

A revolution does strange things, I see the change it brings,
My pain just sings in the waves of people that chant change is king.
While our battle for fair wages wages on we see the storm that tries to divide our
cause like the
grey uniform facade, but we see change as god.
Not to speak ideology but my democracy results in blatant hypocrisy,
So we rose up consciously against this rape and sodomy.
They've corrupted my land; their care for
the people measures up to one grain of sand,
So we stand up.
I've never seen a check mark next to the checks and balances gimmick,
instead i see checks being written to balance out politicians.
For we need to believe the struggle that we perceive is to
denounce corrupt politicians and corporate greed, our need for a unified
land never expires, like our resolve.
TO prevail,
Unveil the broken and
beaten,
console the neglected mistreat-in, our fate is freedom and their image
is treason.
They try to drop the "V for Vendetta" out of poverty and move
the r behind the t to leave us 99% with nothing more than broken hope poetry.

We the people congregate to contemplate our next step,
We the people are the 99%,
We the people are livid and we need to vent.
We don't need the empire state's consent to invent ideas worth giving,
redemption and a life worth living.
If we are dispatched from this
state,
We will leave alive, Through poetic verse our ideas survive....

-- Swan of Occupied Wall Street