Every time I sing this, it makes me glad ya'll are here.

Somehow, it always comes out with an Irish tempo. Go figure!

Happy Fourth of July!

WWG1WGA

 

A Song For The Great Majority

Dedicated to POTUS and Q

 

By StriderAnon

 

I am the great majority, though you don’t understand-

 

I am the great majority, though you don’t give a damn.

 

I’ve picked your rice in China, picked your cotton in Tennessee-

 

And anywhere that I’ve been, you’ve come to live off me.

 

I’ve worked for you in Thailand, as I made your lovely silk-

I’ve done the same in Russia, as I bottled State owned milk.

In America, I worked for you from Natchez to Duluth-

And all the time you’re prayin’ that I never learn the Truth.

 

I’ve fought your wars in Europe, in Spain and Vietnam-

I’ve spilled my blood to save your gold and killed my fellow man.

And every time I ask you “Why?” you always smile and say-

“It was just for you; you wanted that; there was no other way”.

 

Your name may change by country, but your style remains the same-

You take and hurt because you need the power and the fame.

And though I’m slow to anger, I’m a black wind when I’m sore-

And all I want are basic rights, to fear and hurt no more.

 

I sometimes don’t see clearly and in growth I’ve made mistakes-

But then again, I don’t expect you’ll deal me any breaks.

So when you hear me knockin’ and that ice-cube feelin’ starts-

I hope you think of all the fear you placed in all those hearts.

 

And now the Storm is coming, you want to make a deal-

Your flags are false, your masks are off, there’s nothing of you real.

To you we’re just the peasants, from us you always take-

I wonder how you’re gonna deal with us when we’re awake?

 

I am the flow of Humanness, spreading through the land-

We are the Great Majority, and we’re reaching, linking hands.

We’ve picked your rice in China, picked your cotton in Tennessee-

And anywhere you hear this song, we’re learning to be free.