Vold Book - Troika

Touched by the golden hand
I would do anything to gain the gift again
To chance the noble cause
It is my home, which has never been

The marginalized and the outcast
Cannot be seen in their day
Toiling at the fray, building worlds
To love and to need
But there is no compensation
Not for us at least

How quickly we love their art
And cast them all aside
The artists, and their maps of tomorrow
It is a despicable act
That is committed at the table

There is no defense for the artist
Against the apathy of those of means
Who could change the law
With the wave of a pen
Who could provide a living wage
To the poets and the prophets
The ones who show us where to go
And what is true

I have no den to call my own
But still, I'd do it all again

I am an artist
It is in my blood
I can do no other task
And keep my sanity intact
But this is not understood
By society at large
I should get a real job
Go to work: in the factory
Or on the barge
This would please us
And we could forget about you
Helping the tycoons line their pockets
Another slave not unionized
To help the entrepreneurs build their pyramids

Where are the guardians
And who looks out for us
How can it be that change is hard
When conscience is snuffed out
Denial kills better angels
These are our values
Peace, equity, virtue, and love

I shall not rest until the balance is restored
It has never been, but that does not mean
It cannot be, permanently
What's spoken must be true
For these values to take root
And what's right is necessary
We must not forsake
Our obligation

I know the struggle is so hard
And at times, it feels like progress is so slow
But we continue down the road
With our heads held high
Following Lady Justice, never saying our goodbyes
To the dream that we share, and articulate

The day will come of our fate
And faith in the cause shall be redeemed
The seeds have been planted and are constantly maintained
For the harvest to come is to be shared by all
It's very simple; they take whatever they can from you
And say that there's nothing that you can do
About the rule of law, which enables them to plunder
Holding hostage our precious families
To industry and capital

Every minute, of every hour
Every second, and every moment
Is a chance that we have

To topple their structures
And build a new world
The revolution is looming
Watch, as our banners unfurl

Who knows what power
Lies within, awakened masses
And ready to begin

To rally the cause
A threat will come
To vested interests
We'll say so long

The artists who are leading the way
Deserve fair pay, and don't sink down
To that level where the lies are found
To steal from the poor and wear a crown
To ask for more, as though we're bound

We won't give in
We won't back down

The weather is changing now
Our season has come
The damage done cannot be reversed
But we'll dispel the age-old curse
And with it there will be no doubt
For who's in and who is out
Shall set the tone and cast throughout

Written by:
John Trautman

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