About demands his workers made;
It seems as if what they were seeking
Was more than pay that made the grade.
They wanted lives where insecurity
Would far outlive their kids’ maturity;
Were willing to fight civil wars
To make the bosses dinosaurs.
The president said inequality
Was what a job was all about.
But he was drowned out with a shout
That argued for a workers’ polity.
The president begged they’d retreat.
They clamored back: “Death to Wall Street.”