Awaken from your slumber,
all you who sleep on silken sheets,

awaken from your slumber,
you who profit from the misery of the many,

the faceless ones who are so many in number,
all who get trampled on your glittering streets.

Awaken from your slumber,
all you who covet silver and gold,

awaken from your slumber,
you whose cigar is worth more than my monthly wages,

my wages that hardly add up to a triple-digit number,
stoking the hunger in my belly into a fire that rages.

Awaken from your slumber,
as you prop up your beautiful children in designer brands,

awaken from your slumber,
while you sip your champagne in fine cut glass,

I tire of your ostentation as I drink my tepid coffee in a chipped tumbler,
while I’m reminded by the t.v. that I am lacking class.

Awaken from your slumber,
you who have taken and continue to take,

awaken from your slumber,
because I have nothing more to give,

you have pillaged my dreams and strewn them all asunder,
and I who have existed for so long also want to live.

Awaken from your slumber,
every single one of you,

awaken from your slumber,
for my rightful share I now demand,

you may shoot me down, but we are many, many more in number,

so awaken from your slumber!
wake up!

And always,
always never fail to remember,

that you may shoot me down, 
but,

we are many, many more in number.

Awaken from your Slumber!