The 99
The number 9 in Japanese Culture is a homonym of the word for pain and suffering.
By William Steiskal Ó 2011
When the Twins fell
The 99 rushed to their aid
Into that smoking cement canyon it rained
Both the living and the dead
Some were recovered that day
By those that sacrificed …and prayed
While searching for the missing
Their fate was unknown
They cleared that toxic avalanche
Then grew sick and alone
They asked for assistance as many of them died
Only to be told the nightmare is over
Run along and hide
The 99 now occupy those very same streets
Financial Giants can no longer be ignored
Evicting the continuum of self interest is at stake
America’s business as usual can exist no more
A sweeping revolution has reached the front gate
Are you going to tell them to go eat cake?
Engine rooms of wealth and excess
Hide behind our Representatives doors
Armies of Lobbyists barter for influence
While the 99 clean their floors
Parades of politicians
Concerned about their own fate
Obstruct the system that put them there
Pretending to debate
It’s the 99 who grow and distribute
The food on your table
The clothes on your back
And when young and able
Fight all of your wars
Recycle your waste
Support your lifestyles
With dignity and grace
They teach your children
With dwindling supplies
And yet when they voice their needs
You tell them to run along and hide
Years of empty slogans
Poured from the pitcher of hope
Has watered the fields of cynicism
These are the words that you spoke
“Putting People First”
“Change We Can Believe In”
“Kinder Gentler Nation”
“Compassionate Conservatism”
“Yes We Can!”
But when the 99 express their needs
You refuse to include them in your plans
You quote Reaginomics and Free Trade
Tea Party economics is the way
Let us take you to the austerity ball
Where you can dance for your existence
And have nothing at all
You deny collective bargaining when you can
Accepting the bullion of corporate treasure
To finance your stand
Bonuses in the Millions
Profits in the Billions
The insecurity of the masses
Schools cutting classes
Banks that won’t disclose
Robo-signed homes that are foreclosed
This is the legacy left in your wake
Tattooed generations have accepted their fate
Many turned toward this culture of greed
Hoping once and for all to be freed
They floated their dreams on risky loans
The waters were calm when they walked on its’ surface
Betting their homes, savings and goals
Their dreams sank like stones
Leaving their lives shattered
Nowhere to go
Who are these 99 as if we care
Let them clutter the streets feeling unfair
They all must be addicts, alcoholics, unemployed
Class warfare seems rampant nationwide
They’re gaming the system
Too lazy to work
No dignity or pride
There’s food on their fork
And so goes these dialogs
To assuage your fear
Let’s sing the song of denial
Into next year
Greed
We’ll all pretend
It doesn’t exist
Let’s do it again
(…and repeat)