A Light in the Mirror

Never was anyone from the top of the social ladder
Who built the pyramids, stones on their back
Never was anyone from the top of the money pile
Who built the great wall of China, defending from attack

I know what you’re thinking
I know what you’re stewing
But know this in your heart
It isn’t the CEO who does the brewing
It takes someone who knows the art

The hands that picked the cotton
with sores bruised and rotten
hadn’t a pond of coin to their name
but they survived just the same

The hands that built the rail
All worked through hell
And linked a nation coast to coast
Never got to raise a glass in toast

Now they try, once again
to return us to our days as slaves
I’ll be a Wobblie, A fucking Pinko Commie
If it means a living wage

They made their profits
And made endorsements
Citizens United paved the way
For corporations to decide the American Way

I don’t want no Adrian of Nicomedia
patron saint of arms dealers and the plague
Let the sun rise on Isidore of Seville
And let Saint Amandus provide the drink

Watch our spirits fly, for we are one
And we’re united here today
Your days are numbered, you may have the money
But there are more of us than of you any day