You may ignore me in propaganda
With your clever, twisted lies,
You may distract with false claims
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my need for responsibility upset you?
Why are you beset with greed?
’Cause I see your profits from oil wells
And ignoring environmental need.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like sea level rising high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to explode the deficit?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I protest your dirty oil wells
Drilled in my own backyard.
You may inflate me with your tax cuts,
You may pretend with feigned surprise,
You may ignore me with your selfishness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my presence upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I shoot up like a rocket
On it's way to the skies?
Out of the towers of oligarch shame
I rise
With indifference, the underadvantaged, rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind all sense of reason and math
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s a clouded thorny path
I rise
Leaving the young with a burden to their grave,
Despite your roots in oppression of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
I am the debt.
(With all respect to Maya Angelou)