You've beaten your fist upon your chest,
Banged your head against the wall,
Rang bells 'til the clappers screamed
For mercy from incessant toil,
You've raised your bullhorn to the crowd
In rabble-rousing furtive call,
Ranted, raved and sang your song
Until your blood began to boil.
Every trick at your disposal,
Every sleight of hand device
Employed, developed, cultivated
Makes your cause more interesting.
Stark reality revealing
Facts and figures to suffice.
Now the tricky part concludes.
Is anybody listening?
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