Enough

In those days there rose

A voice crying across the dark city,

From out of the rural backwater,

From beneath the corporate thumb,

A voice of the dispossessed, the foreclosed,

The laid off and discouraged,

The under and uninsured.

The voice was not right.

It was not left.

The voice was.

And the voice was tired, cold, hungry,

And the voice came from deep inside.

It was volcanic and came forth with power.

The voice roared out over the land,

It roared over the waters.

It filled the air.

It said,

“Enough.”