By Noah Streng
Footsteps on the hot, cracked pavement
Tires on the road, fighting enslavement
The organizers trek into the field
Their spirits hopeful, their souls healed
Listening to the throes of workers’ woes
From wartime tales, hopelessness arose
The organizers turn despair into dignity
Moving workers to action, their words electricity
The power they sought was within them all along
Together united, they could be strong
Endless, bountiful, radical love as deep as the boundless sea
Who could have known what they could be?
Ocean waves crash upon the ports of power
Awaiting their demise, bosses sit in their tower
With each passing second, the waves start to rumble
Stone by stone, the frail walls crumble
Awash with forgotten, unrecognized pain
The crackling of thunder, the pounding of rain
The organizers march on, their strength astounding
Their footsteps drum pavement, pattering and pounding
A chorus of giants, the tower shatters
Bosses weep as their power scatters
Galloping waves fill every crack, every crevice
Those who were legless are running the fastest
Freedom!
The tower is gone
What stands in its place, an open field, a new dawn
Ripe soil, pregnant with possibility
Dreams of the forgotten are now reality
Birds sing, flowers bloom
The voiceless are the chorus, their hopes boom
Freedom.
The organizers part, their journey completed
The swift storm delivering what was needed
What began in haste is now at an end
Who could have known what would happen to them?
Their quest to transform has left them changed
Their bond unbreakable, their love unrestrained
Tires sear the open road once more
The pavement awaits, the oceans roar
Their kinship eternal, their battle won
With strength in numbers, anything can be done
Revealed in community lies the beauty of humanity
Unbridled by fear, they are stronger than gravity
The old world is gone, the new world is born
What once seemed impossible, made real by the storm
Our future awaits, our destiny inevitable
Together we stand, our power incredible
Through love,
Through tears,
Through laughter,
Through pain,
United, we are the pouring rain
The organizers turn despair into dignity
Moving themselves to action, they love unconditionally
The power they hold as bountiful as the sea
Who could have known what they could be?
