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All those people in there acting like

If they give the right to live to others

It means less life for them

And I know that mood--a woman,

Of woman born, a man's foot pushing

Down on me as if I can be returned to dust

By his boot and somehow he's the richer

But we are not earth

Transmuted by our choosing

By our rising

By our reaching

We are water, and we will slam down

Like rain without the air kept from

Lungs made to breathe

We are winds of change whipping up

A tempest to unmake this scourge

We are fire

And if we have to burn to purge

Then that is what they've earned

Both heads on the beast that tries to feed

And we are too many to be quelled

We will not be eaten

We will not be bound

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