His One Demand! Poem by Eric Cockrell

morning half-frozen,
open the door and go...
issues hang like clouds

on the horizon...
bigots and racists,
money bred liars,

blowing smoke on the scene,
and the movement continues.
more and more people,

more and more voices,
standing up in all corners,
change has to come!

right way, wrong way,
too many jobless, homeless,
too many left without...

Constitutional rights taken
under pretense and hoax!
not going to fly,

that dog wont hunt!
America cries out for help
from the cell imposed by greed.

to the streets, to the capital...
to the hallowed halls...
the common man marches,

freedom and truth his only weapons,
dignity his one demand!