The arc of history is long, but it bends not toward justice
When bent by the powerful that say, “Just trust us.”
They cloak their lies in suits well-pressed,
Cowards by injustice dressed.
I despair of what I cannot know
Lest the brave their bravery show,
For the weak their fear reveal
In laws of hardened, pilfered steel.
Time and again we accepted
Hunger and the hungry—they who wept
As we, the powerful, their rights kept
In a prison built whilst blissful, ignorant, we slept.
Now we are called to change.
Now we must an entire system estrange.
Good comes not of its own volition:
We demand evil’s abolition!
Come, prosecute not the one who reveals;
No! Jail the jailer, the judge, and what he conceals!