Troika

Touched by the golden hand I Would do anything, to gain the gift Again; to chance the noble cause It is my home, which has never been The marginalized and the out Cast, cannot be seen in their Day; toiling at the fray Building worlds to love And to need; but there Is no compensation, not For us at least How quickly we love their art And cast them all aside: the artists And their maps of tomorrow It is a despicable act that Is committed at the table There is no defense for the artist Against the apathy of those of means Who could change the law With the wave of a pen Who could provide a living wage To the poets and the prophets The ones who show us where To go, and what is true I have no den to call my own But still, I'd do it all again I am an Artist It is in my blood I can do no other task And keep my sanity intact But this is not understood, by society At large; I should get a real job Go to work in the factory Or on the barge This would please us and We could forget about you Helping the tycoons line their pockets Another slave not unionized; to help The entrepreneurs build their pyramids Where are the guardians And who looks out for us How can it be that change is hard When conscience is snuffed out Denial kills better angels These are our values Peace, Equity, Virtue, and Love I shall not rest until the balance is restored It has never been, but that does not mean It cannot be, permanently What's spoken must be true For these values to take root And what's right is necessary We must not forsake Our obligation I know the struggle is so hard, and At times it feels like progress is so Slow; but we continue down the Road, with our heads held high Following Lady Justice Never saying our goodbyes To the dream that we share And articulate The day will come of our fate, and Faith in the cause shall be redeemed The seeds have been planted and Are constantly maintained For the harvest to come is to be shared by all It's very simple: they take whatever they can From you, and say that there's nothing that You can do; about the rule of law, which Enables them to plunder Holding hostage our precious families To industry and capital Every minute, of every hour Every second, and every moment Is a chance that we have To topple their structures And build a new world The revolution is looming Watch, as our banners unfurl Who knows what power lies within Awakened masses and ready to begin To rally the cause a threat Will come; to vested interests We'll say, "So long!" The artists who are leading the way Deserve fair pay and don't sink down To that level where the lies are found To steal from the poor and wear A crown; to ask for more, as Though we're bound We won't give in We won't back down The weather is changing now Our season has come The damage done cannot be reversed But we'll dispel the age-old curse And with it there will be no doubt For who's in and who is out, shall Set the tone, and cast throughout