The Movement from The Movement by Seregon

The movement begins, a familiar numbness
that things would change.
Laws will be passed, financial monsters
become estranged.

Gutless, wonder, slowly creeps in.

Now we are despondent again, depressed and dejected
A formal loss of hope, to all of those affected

The movement persists, to reduce influence
from way up on high.
Occupy the heart, forcing fraudsters
to comply.

Submissive, failure, slowly creeps in.

Now we are despondent again, depressed and dejected
A formal loss of hope, to all of those infected

Social inequality, opposing economies
We are the majority, through the media a minority.

Now we are despondent again, depressed and dejected
A formal loss of hope, to all of those infected
The movement, for change? Over.

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