we met up in a coffee shop
over iced mocha frappes
that very day, fate showed its face
as we were heading, both the same way

in life and in attitude
taking it straight to the man
showing the world a thing or two
or at least that seems to be the plan

day after day in the city scape
for the latest round of protests
not afraid to have our say
between me and my little activist

meeting weekly for months on end
expressing our feelings over expresso
conspiring in this robber's den
pouring over our latest manifesto

we never know what ought to set us off
the newest injustice coming down the pike
after all who can count the cost
when turning all these wrongs to right

day after day in the city scape
round after round of protests
we've done our share, but nothing much has changed
between me and my little activist