THE LAST TIME
Right now, I feel like this might be the last time,
The last time I can stand and speak out over through
Raising my hand for the dream of Liberty, my mouth open
Did you see the French police pick them up and carry them out
Out of Cop 21 UN Climate Talks because they held a camera?
Four police carried one who said, “I'm just here trying to learn”
One who came to find out about climate change, about what he could do,
And he was carried out by force, like a flying angel, bound and held
A French journalist, on the inside of this expo where the largest number
of world leaders gathered that have ever met up at one place at one time,
said, “I haven't seen this in my life, this suppression of liberties.
A voice of dissent is raised, and They stop him from speaking”!
The Indians, the natives, the indigenous are outside, not allowed in,
They are on kayaks in the river, gathering, speaking out, holding signs,
But the negotiations are inside, behind closed doors, too complicated for us
On the inside----a commercial fair, a corporate expo, Engie and Coca-Cola
Are not interested in opening up your mind, in solutions for our world
Smooth and slick and quiet, now the police hold up wall panels to block
journalists and visitors from taking pictures, Don't see, don't hear, don't ask!
This is why I say thanks for letting me speak because it can happen
so quickly, that this may be my last opportunity to question, to reach out
For the solution that ALL inhabitants of this world wait for at the edge,
Right at the curb before a step into the street where we may never cross.