The Beginning by Winnie Star

no money in the bank no money in the wallet
no money money money
where is my money you holder of your big fat sum?
you 1% don’t understand like i do
do you fuckin’ care that i have none
to own or share?
at the local food shelter table i sit
waiting for food and a warm glance from
the lady that volunteers her time
for those of us – is it the 99%
who have nothing to share or wear
remember us you 1%?
lay down your gun, police man, and i will give you my flowers
the ones i picked today
from the gardens around the hall of justice building
where i walk each day to see justice being done

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