Sumus Adsertori

We are the Shadows.

We are the faceless,
and the nameless
those whom you refuse to know

merely attempting to survive
week to week,
day to day

following a dead end way
of corruption and complacence
keepers of the faith
you can not,
no, never, trust

We are the pawns
of the darkest dawn
foot soldiers to be tread upon
discarded
when our bones have finally surrendered
and to the scrap heap we’re relegated
there is no more watch of gold
the rewards our fathers expected
are covered in mold

so We are the Children of the Hopeless Tomorrow

our days filled with toil,
our nights filled with sorrow

We are the
truck drivin’,
bag carryin’,
data enterin’,
beer servin’,
box shippin’,
road pavin’,
paper pushin’,
Shit shovelin’,
Voices of Every Day

and We Declare not only Our Independence,

but Our
Humanity

and All that it entails

from our petty anger
to our misguided judgments

from our daily desperation
to our irrational hopefulness

We are Human
and no matter
the chains in which we are bound

We Are Free

And We Will Be Heard

© 2008 Michael Egidio Quigg