They Came In The Night

They came in the night, apparently. Energetic and angry people spirited away. Posters and tents gone missing under the cover of dark Along with every last person. They wanted us to think that the mess had simply Disappeared, but I imagine that there were screams And cries as people were dragged and beaten Pulled out of the park by New York’s finest. Bankers clad in business suits trek across the empty park Where people protested the indecency of America. (People who could hope for more) Right or wrong, who can tell, but those brave people Found a cause and found a fight (Then they faded away in nothingness) And in that there is something beautiful Even as they learn the sting of pepper in their eyes and The pain of a nightstick on their back. Even as their anguish reaches the farther corners of the globe. But their anguish carries a cry, carries weight. “We are the 99%,” they say. “We will not be beaten by the likes of you.”