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(just posted this in three parts on the Occupy Wall Street facebook page...here's the full text...
This was A manger, Humble place of birth On a midnight More rainy Than clear Of the new culture; Culture of hope; Culture of life; Culture of RESISTANCE. The first cry of an infant Conceived in our minds, People who refuse to accept that that which is is all that can be. And that IS the threat The TRUE threat That we posed, And STILL pose. The closures were not about "sanitation", "safety", Or "crime". They were about Us People joining with people, people whom had not met before might never have met might not see each other again. Joined, in this moment, In glowing Glowing, Gargantuan gatherings. Gathered To say We will live
We will defy The orders Given each day, To drive each other Into the grave.. The more of us And longer we remain The more we show That those Who seek to live Not just to hand Undeserved splendor To those Without life. Those Who try to rule Our souls Those Who will never see us Those We will never see-. Will find out despite the smirks, sneers, scorn, of the 24 hour hate channels, that we, were never alone were never a tiny few were never outnumbered, that we if anything, Vastly outnumber Outlive Out-breath Out-love Out-dream those who are paid to assassinate the world’s soul. with the semiautomatic rounds of lies and spite-
That we Who are caring for The infant nation of spirit born in the cold, the rain, the darkness, the tents of the night, swaddled in the warmth of our will Will show, through anger, rage, magic, joy. That we, the discarded disregarded, disrespected Majority of the living and the dying Can remove the walls, smash the barricades, cross the borders, within ourselves and without ourselves. And then We will live Finally For our own sake, And For the sake of life, And for the song We can fill this life with- And we will finally allow This ancient Yet always newborn world to grow and live for itself and to sing its own songs.
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