Solidarity Steve

They shout, they scream, they dare not dream,
Their voices stolen by the machine.
Inequality strikes like a blade,
In streets where broken futures fade.
A system born from blood and strife,
Feasts upon the poorest life.
No more escape in lullabies,
Mask your pain behind your eyes.
Let them eat bullets, we’re out of bread.
The dream is dying. Hope lies dead.