There isn’t any amount of chains

Or whipping posts that can hurt us

 

There isn’t any amount of small wages

Or long hours that will starve us

There isn’t any amount of burnt pages

Or broken glass that can stop us

 

There isn’t any amount of voting laws

Or wage gaps that can silence us

 

There isn’t any amount of Jim Crow

Or burning crosses that can scare us

 

There isn’t any amount of draft cards

Or machine guns that can change us

 

There isn’t any amount of privatized prisons

Or racist cops that can cage us

 

There isn’t any amount of hateful churches

Or Kim Davis’es that can judge us

 

There isn’t any amount of predatory presidents

Or Richard Spencer’s that can kill us

 

There isn’t anything that can end us. Nothing.
“If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be a part of your revolution” – Emma Goldman