Dark streets where the
Wind whispers dangerous secrets
Into the ears of the
Scum of the alleys and
Girls of the night so the
Churn of water begins again

The secrets of a rising up
A revolution of sorts
For the people like them:
On the grind all the time
And a swell of something not
Felt for a long time rises
In the corner of minds

A twinkle begins in the
Dark streets and the whisper
Of hope rises for the oppressed
And wronged who will come
Together as a current
And show lady liberty how far
Her scales have fallen into
The murky depths of powerful pockets