There is a street named Free
A place for protests, for you and for me

There was once a time
When for less than a dime
You could dine and watch the bourgeoisie

As time progressed
And the more dispossessed
Asked for their rights to see

The government said
Enough is enough,
Stop barking up the wrong tree

Then turned the tide
And yet the hungry died
Choosing between the devil and the deep sea.