Our Cry

Its our day

Let's spill into the streets

Our shrieks and cries

Paying rent for the air

Taking receipts

Let's shout our neglect from the rooftops

And blare our abuse from each speaker

When we march in sync

If we do

 let our feet feebly stamp

Our displeasure

And irk

At our schoollessness

And homelessness

With little Oprah hats on

Let's discuss our fate

And parcel our distrust

To the one

Who says we will lead tomorrow.

Our tender faces

Meant to flash happy teeth

Now define despair

In Shakespearean proportions.

Bodies just shaking the world welcome

Now becoming playthings

Of paedophiles and perverts.

We are now infant marketers

Feeble fenders

As despondency becomes umbilical

Defying every cut and shear.