Strike

Strike! O strike thy wisdom and thy freedom; strike! While picket signs aren't weapons, they arouse violent hymns and bayonet dreams; o strike! Where authoritarian presidents, governors and dictators all think alike, strike; and strike thee common good. Strike, O visionaries with karma on their side, where echoes fly like angels and their halos shine so bright; strike! Where slavery's not an option and poverty no life, no liberty or happiness; strike! Where no act of violence, aimed at stifling true justice ever won. True justice always voices it's complaints, always finds some other means, never ends with the moon but starts with the sun, strike! Fore there's no future otherwise.