There is much to say
But They don’t want us to say it
And I think we know who “They” are
But if you are blissfully unaware, let me remind you
Of exactly who “they” are
And why They want us quiet
“They” are taking over a country I once felt so proud of
“They” want the poor to stay poor and for the rich to get richer
“They” do not care about children or their education
For if they did, They wouldn’t be banning books that, one could argue, laid the groundwork for their tyrannical takeover
But they don’t stop at the written word.
They now focus their aim at our voices that are screeching at anyone willing to listen
That “They” are what’s wrong with this country
Their backwards views that take us back in time
That’s not where I belong and it’s not where I want to be
I belong to the people who crossed this southern border for a better life
My ancestors names are written on this city’s street signs
You can tell me that if I don’t like the way things are running, I can pack up and leave the country
But this earth was mine before it was theirs
So I will not be going anywhere.
They want our voices to be meek and quiet.
And many of us are.
It’s hard to drown out the other side when they’re screaming their beliefs with billboard signs
But my voice is getting hoarse and I beg people to ponder this:
In fifty years, when scholars read about this time in our American history
And they laugh and ask
“How could this have happened?”
Will you be able to honestly say you did something to stop it?
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 6:43 PM UTC
There is much to say
But They don’t want us to say it
And I think we know who “They” are
But if you are blissfully unaware, let me remind you
Of exactly who “they” are
And why They want us quiet
“They” are taking over a country I once felt so proud of
“They” want the poor to stay poor and for the rich to get richer
“They” do not care about children or their education
For if they did, They wouldn’t be banning books that, one could argue, laid the groundwork for their tyrannical takeover
But they don’t stop at the written word.
They now focus their aim at our voices that are screeching at anyone willing to listen
That “They” are what’s wrong with this country
Their backwards views that take us back in time
That’s not where I belong and it’s not where I want to be
I belong to the people who crossed this southern border for a better life
My ancestors names are written on this city’s street signs
You can tell me that if I don’t like the way things are running, I can pack up and leave the country
But this earth was mine before it was theirs
So I will not be going anywhere.
They want our voices to be meek and quiet.
And many of us are.
It’s hard to drown out the other side when they’re screaming their beliefs with billboard signs
But my voice is getting hoarse and I beg people to ponder this:
In fifty years, when scholars read about this time in our American history
And they laugh and ask
“How could this have happened?”
Will you be able to honestly say you did something to stop it?
