I am only One
Not the Many
Nor the Few
Not the Red
Nor the Blue
I can only speak of change
But for me, I can’t change you
Behind the curtain it can’t be certain
Do these marks become a choice?
Do your marks become your voice?
Because my dollars seem to trickle down
From a mountain top that can’t be found
And a flashing screen makes me red, blue or green
Or somewhere in between…
And when he dies in war is it for me?
And when I make my mark it is for he?
Because my dollars seem to trickle down
From a mountain top that can’t be found
Putting faces to blame
In front of this White House of Shame
And I a pawn in this game
Sending these dollars back up the mountain
So that blood may quenched in this endless fountain
But I am still One
And my weapon is truth
With no need for a gun, pen, or a coat
No mark on a sheet can make me
No color on a flag can break me
No Screen can fill me with fear
For in my hopes
The end of these things is drawing near
So watch not the men on the pedestal
But the men who place them there
The dollars on the mountains
That trickle down
And their owners
On screens, will not be found.
Not the Many
Nor the Few
Not the Red
Nor the Blue
I can only speak of change
But for me, I can’t change you
Behind the curtain it can’t be certain
Do these marks become a choice?
Do your marks become your voice?
Because my dollars seem to trickle down
From a mountain top that can’t be found
And a flashing screen makes me red, blue or green
Or somewhere in between…
And when he dies in war is it for me?
And when I make my mark it is for he?
Because my dollars seem to trickle down
From a mountain top that can’t be found
Putting faces to blame
In front of this White House of Shame
And I a pawn in this game
Sending these dollars back up the mountain
So that blood may quenched in this endless fountain
But I am still One
And my weapon is truth
With no need for a gun, pen, or a coat
No mark on a sheet can make me
No color on a flag can break me
No Screen can fill me with fear
For in my hopes
The end of these things is drawing near
So watch not the men on the pedestal
But the men who place them there
The dollars on the mountains
That trickle down
And their owners
On screens, will not be found.
-Joel Van Dijk














