You cry out for change
But aren't willing to sacrifice your comfort
You are like a man searching for gold
Cautious, in fear of staining his clothes
Are you so foolish to not realize the depth treasures are stored
Something worth having is something worth working for
Rambling injustice while smiling with your oppressor
You are merely a leach
Preying on the tenacity of the meek
Boisterous on the surface, but lacking sound foundation
Adversity will be the wind to sweep you away
Cast to irrelevance by your dubious ways
Triumphant shall be the few
Whom in the harshest of times, were not dismayed
To these brave souls, unwavering in their ways
Change will be due
