We Are The 99%

There is no democracy  "Limp up"
If my vote for the left or the right   
Leaves me out of pocket and without a job, no joke  


When the police see my right to demonstrate 
As an act of aggregation towards the state 
And not a wake up call to the cry of it's citizens 


There is no democracy when private institutions 
Puppet the machinery of society's  fabric 
To their own private gains, fooling the masses   


When secret organisations are formed  
Within governments and titled special privileged groups  
With a get out of jail card to walk on water 


And who is to take the moral high ground 
When the west sleeps in the same bed 
With all that, we as a civilised society, should stand against 


Are meant to be differentiated from  
There is no democracy when communism  
And capitalism blur the lines of who owes who, I O U  


So today, I will wear my Guy  Fawkes mask 
And march to Tahrir square, The Wall street, Hong Kong 
 Leicester square, in Greece, Japan, in Thailand 


For I am one of the 99 percent, left out
And I demonstrate for my right to be, let in 
To hold the institution of governance to account 

Wearing Bankers Costume

Hey, Mr Banker, sat between metals 
On the fast lane, looking good , to "breach"  trust  
Looking down at the worker bee , I see you 


Fear mongering, with biggity, uppity, in attitude given  
I know an extinction of a kind, it burns "ember"  
I know your kind 


All emperors fall, like Rome , life is "tentative" 
Even high priest loose their status 
For taking the piss, mickey, my wallet  


And you think you are to be any different
Otherwise the wiser, holly anointed  
For you've been made the care taker of the blood line 


Holding chalices of society's veins  
Confused of your status given 
Acting like the naked king 


Why does the fool always think 
He can put a wool over my eyes 
Wearing costumes to fright 


We only just made you, saved you  
And no one crowned you 
Holding society to ransom  


On the account of your essence 
I know an extinction of a kind 
I know your kind, deja vu of a kind  

On What Basis

This is pay per view, like pay as you go 
So listen, on account 
That I make this a preview 


Mine comes in words, selected so few 
To summarise lessons in view 
And leave them in parables 


Not much needs to be said, wall street 
When flash lights  image emerge 
Like probe, of the subconsciousness


A thousand ignite, discontent with match  
Disapproval of the run 
By the powers that be 


Ten thousand more 
Become flammable with thought  
Watching politics, bankers in pictures view 


Rage of the common man
Cry of delusional futures 
Rome burns, New York and Japan, storm  

The elite gather their stock  
And they hold in captive 
Greek and Hungary hostage