Excuse Me

 

 

excuse me

we’re the people

 

just the people

 

the ones who

bake your bread

sweep your streets

write your books

teach your children

make your clothes

drive your taxis

look the other way

while we print your lies

 

the ones you couldn’t survive without

 

and we’d just like to say

we’ve had enough

of being hungry

being cold

being told we’re too stupid

to decide what’s right

and what’s wrong

 

wrong

is a child without a home

wrong

is a bombed and breathless city

wrong

is a dying man stepped over

on a busy street

 

you fed us poison

through television tubes

hoping it would blind us

told us to be silent

in case we woke your fiction forged monsters

dripped bitter drops of venom

into dream infested sleep

 

but we are awake now

remember us