We are the 99% and we are mad. We used to live in middle-class splendor. We had homes, jobs, cars, vacations, hopes, dreams, and plans for the future. Now we have a number - 99.
How, we are the ones who look at our bills and tear them up in anger. We are the ones who cannot stop the rising tide of bills, fees, and taxes. We have exhausted our bank accounts, brokerage accounts, college funds, and retirement accounts so we can pay the bills each month.
See that foreclosure sign over there? That's what our house looks like now. The name of a bank or a Realtor has replaced our family name. We no longer live there because we have nothing left to give.
We are now living in apartments, or with our parents, or in our cars, or even in the streets. We stand on line at the unemployment office, we buy our groceries with food stamps, we scour the classifieds, and we go on interviews for jobs we will never get.
We are the 99%. We are the ones working eighty-hour weeks for less pay than we used to get working forty hours per week. We have to choose which bills to pay each month; some get tossed, some get a token payment, and a few actually get paid in full. But, not many.
We are your family, your neighbors, your friends, your peers, the people you see driving on the highways, the people you pass on the sidewalk. We are everyone and no one. We are one and we are all.
We are $25,000 in debt and the pile of bills keeps getting higher. We have lost our homes, our retirement accounts, our college funds, and anything that even resembled a hope or a dream.
We are the 99% and we are mad. We take to the streets and you tear gas us. We tell our representatives and you ignore us. We join in protest and you dismiss us. But, we are mad and getting madder every day. When the 99% is complacent, the one percent wins. When the 99% finally reaches their boiling point, it will be a entirely different story.
How, we are the ones who look at our bills and tear them up in anger. We are the ones who cannot stop the rising tide of bills, fees, and taxes. We have exhausted our bank accounts, brokerage accounts, college funds, and retirement accounts so we can pay the bills each month.
See that foreclosure sign over there? That's what our house looks like now. The name of a bank or a Realtor has replaced our family name. We no longer live there because we have nothing left to give.
We are now living in apartments, or with our parents, or in our cars, or even in the streets. We stand on line at the unemployment office, we buy our groceries with food stamps, we scour the classifieds, and we go on interviews for jobs we will never get.
We are the 99%. We are the ones working eighty-hour weeks for less pay than we used to get working forty hours per week. We have to choose which bills to pay each month; some get tossed, some get a token payment, and a few actually get paid in full. But, not many.
We are your family, your neighbors, your friends, your peers, the people you see driving on the highways, the people you pass on the sidewalk. We are everyone and no one. We are one and we are all.
We are $25,000 in debt and the pile of bills keeps getting higher. We have lost our homes, our retirement accounts, our college funds, and anything that even resembled a hope or a dream.
We are the 99% and we are mad. We take to the streets and you tear gas us. We tell our representatives and you ignore us. We join in protest and you dismiss us. But, we are mad and getting madder every day. When the 99% is complacent, the one percent wins. When the 99% finally reaches their boiling point, it will be a entirely different story.