This is a poem written for my grandfather (he’s really big on collecting change)

From ocean to ocean,
From border to border,
We will raise a commotion,
With our pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters!

This here world is full of injustice and pain,
We the people suffer as prices skyrocket,
All for the government and corporations gain,
The means to make a difference lies in your pocket!

Although this world is unfair,
With our spare pennies and dimes,
We can change the world! Do not despair!
With coins we’ll get through these hard times!

My sister, my brother,
My father, my mother,
My grandfather, my grandmother,
My good friend, my lover,

And to all those around the earth,
Struggling to make ends meet,
To a movement we will give birth,
The solution lies at your feet!

So pick up that dime,
And save it in a jar,
It is an era for change; now is the time,
With every coin saved up a better future is not as far.

- M.K. Scott (A.K.A Katura ;-P)