All voices which grace the earth have meaning
They have a person behind them, a human life
With all their breathing lungs and hearts beating
With their experiences, their hardships and strife
Every human on these lands has a voice,
A right to keep being, to have their cries be heard
So why is it that the sound of money drowns out all other cries?
How can our tiny incoherent shrieks ever compare to the one person with a loudspeaker?
We can only stand on equal ground
Once you do not have those mountains of cash looming over us.