Need to bleach my blue collar

Accept the mighty dollar

Settle into being a scholar

And stop with the union view.


Should turn in my flower

It never wielded much power

Hatred and no peace words of the hour

No one cares anymore, it’s true.


Nothing to overcome

Play all day and bang the drum

Give in, give over, succumb

Glass ceilings never broken through.


Decades of marches for change

Now it all seems so strange

Just a blip on the stock exchange

To historians it’s déjà vu.


The spirit of the times withdrew

Apathy continues to accrue

Protest music a hullabaloo

Mix up a new evolutionary brew.



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