This song arose out of a conversation that took place between some of my coworkers after the Womens March. One male colleague was explaining to another female colleague that the march was about "women's rights." Another woman colleague scoffed and said "yeah, that we already have." My blood boiled. These are the women who voted for Trump, and I. DON'T. FREAKING. GET. IT. I started thinking about all the ways people's complacency and complicity holds our society back from true progress. I thought about how my own complacency can negatively affect future generations. I thought about those who write off marches/protests as silly past-times of the entitled or unemployed, and I wonder why there is such a strong resistance to those who gather in peace with the common goal of a more peaceful world. I thought about all these things, then I wrote this song.
1. so you're not speaking
you don't like the way your voice quakes
but you're teaching your children
with every sound that you don't make
so you're not marching
you don't like it when your feet ache
but your children are watching
every step that you don't take
it's not good enough to leave well enough alone
they got weapons of war, we got pens, shoes, and microphones
do you love enough to not leave well enough alone?
2. so you're not giving
you don't really have a dime to spare
but your children are invested
in a future that you won't share
so you're not searching
you'd rather play your trump card
but your children are hurting
with every fact that you disregard
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