Protest

With a pug look to his face, a beer in his right hand, cigar smoke all over the place, beer belly over the band, he stands and jokes around with his friends, says, "man who do I thank for the weekends!"  

With his red hat and thick permeating  ignorance protruding from pores impossible to ignore even from a distance, he'll cackle and speak of God and his wonderful blessin's  
 
'So why in the he'll would these people pick a fight with him? Everythangs okay, I aint have no problems like them!'  
 
Ha  
 
It's ok, idiot  
I'll take it from here  
You ever hear of August Spies?  
No?  
Put down the beer  
 
Clear the mind  
Thought your kind  
Were so Germanically,  
Hitler inclined  
Don't you at least know the culture  
Or the timeline?  
 
Those weekends are around 'cause of him  
Along with minimum wage, sick days, and retirement  
He and 9 others died so you can speak with impediment  
Anarchists rising up for the weak even then  
Pushing bombs, secrets, plots, it's a movement  
Can't be singin' it tender when the man ain't listening in  
 
Oh, you want to talk about freedom and shit  
Standing around like you personally earned it  
 
No  
 
Why don't you thank the father of independence  
Thomas Payne alive among the remnants  
Or the people who died during the stamp act riots  
Leading to the tea being creamed at the sight if it  
Revolution, independence fought for against injustice  
All for our soldiers to come home to fight again in a fit  
Cause congress clammed up and didn't want to pay them  
Something a guy like you may agree with since  
You and your inbred love the annoying orange  
 
So yea, in the name of self respect  
Peaceful men go out to protest  
Violently, I might add  
In case you fuckin missed the rest  
Or the point you putrid, perplexed pest  
 
I can name a hundred off the top of my head  
Nixon drawing back forces after the protest at Kent  
Policies and minds changed after Detroit and Mount Pleasant  
And these are in country I haven't even ventured out yet!  
 
Let me reveal to you the nature of this world  
Men see the weak as something easy to hurdle  
 
One cannot sway an immovable crowd with no sight  
Or plead with reason to be treated right  
 
How many whips are you willing to take  
How many humiliations before you break  
Before peace resembles death and your hands become capable  
Of doing the very thing you call unaccaptable...