by Joe Hill

Created on: December 15, 2009

They say our fate has been decided.

But they give us no proof they hide it.

If lies were a wave then I have been riding it.

Which group or person got our fate right?

Which do you think had the best foresight?

And do you think our fate is sealed?

I will never give up till I am dead or killed.

Our fate has been written time and time again.

By many people, my favorites were the Mayans.

Will god ever forgive us for our sins?

Will this world start over again and again?

Or will it end and all be gone?

And we won’t be able to fix our mistakes our wrongs?

Is global warming a part of our fate?

Can we fix it or is it too late?

For too long we have let things escalate.

We will all die for sure at this rate.

In this wonderful little world we didn’t create.

With all its silly little problems I didn’t make.

Everybody just wants to be some kind of fake.

We are all beautiful. We are all gods’ creatures.

Life is just an extra joy. We are the features.

Yes they say our fate has been written.

But I am not going easy. I am going out kicking.

I will be fighting and hitting, biting and spitting.

I am a lion. I am not a scared little kitten.

There will be fast balls and curves wile I am pitching.

I am not a cake. My boots do not quiver or quake.

Fighting is one of my better traits.

You better be ready when you walk through those gates.

Because I will be trying to change your fate.

All I can tell you is beware.

Because I just don’t give a damn. I just don’t care.

To me this world has never been quite fair.

You think its all yours and you won’t share.

While you sit there and call me names and stare.

You think you are safe in your reinforced lair.

While you sit back and watch our nightmare.

We the people will be great.

I am more than your package your freight.

I am more than a slave you package and crate.

Don’t make me mad don’t make me irate.

That kind of stuff could change your own fate.

Just like the new world order only takes.

This is a world they inspired to make.

They are part of the reason it’s so full of hate.

They are the reason hunger is always on the plate.

But black plus white equals black when we mate.

So ponder on that while you orientate.

And you never once gave us a break.

I hate you because you are fake.

You are something that closely resembles a snake.

I wish I could make you shiver and shake.

I wish I could make you feel hells heat and bake.

I wish on you I could raise the stakes.

I wish I could make the whole world wake.

Think of the power we could generate.

We could tell the truth and be strait.

The Mayans say we really have a choice.

Let’s use it and raise our voice.

I am tired of this platter this plate.

I no longer wish to be the bait.

I no longer wish to hurry up and wait.

While I sit and wonder just what is on our slate.

But I hope we can stand together and fight for our fate.

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