We are the activists wondering where to begin

We are here to get the government
out of your bedroom
the kids off the street
the men in the kitchen



we’re the couple in the café
with the paper
with the paper and the ideas about freedom
with shouts bout democracy/ suffrage and leaders
we tipped over latte’s to raise fists to the ceiling



we are the wanderers
with dreams and ambitions
the glo-in-the-dark stars on our ceilings
speak of communism, brotherhood
neopluralist living



Occupy, fight, stand for whats right
Free palastine, build zion, take back
Our farmland; sit-ins, rallys, hunger-strikes
Eradicate poverty, and drugs, and men,
And animal-killers; eat a rock, save a child



We’re here to put ‘organic’ back into your salad
To roll up the boarders, and send them to the laundry,
Our night shift is dreaming social justice for all
But you can’t eat ideology for breakfast

And we can’t find the haystack
Under all the worlds sin
We’re the activists wondering where to begin