Script

The children sang a unified identity
and it was for power
they were taught to begin and to end
together
and the song was written for power
they sang it for pleasure, for the joy
of solidarity, of sound.
And their playground language
never followed the same script.
But they grew up in power,
inherited it
Their culture
their singing
their identity
was power
their education
their family
their religion
was power.
They forget the lines
they check the script
This land is your land
This land is my land
from California
to the New York Islands.

sept 1, 09