Outcry Against White Tape

In halls of power, this tale unfolds,
Where ancient tales of greed are told,
Where white men with pens and ties of silk,
Weave "white tape" through dreams like milk.

It's but a form, a whisper thin,
A bureaucratic web of sin,
A labyrinthine coil of law,
That strangles hope and justice raw.

It's rules and regs, it's forms to fill,
A silent scream, a bitter pill,
It's layers thick, a fortress strong,
That binds us all, that does us wrong.

It's red tape's cousin, pale and bright,
That wraps our dreams, a shroud of blight,
It's endless loops, it's twists and turns,
That choke our spirits, as it burns.

This dreaded tape of whitened hue,
Binds our dreams, our visions strew,
A convoluted web it weaves,
An endless maze that none perceive.

This, twisted tape, a veil of dread,
Strangles growth, our spirits dead, In its gossamer threads, our dreams are caught,
A symphony of voices, silenced, wrought.

It chokes our rivers, stills our streams,
Condemns our hopes to empty schemes,
With every knot, a dream deferred,
A silent scream, a justice blurred.

For though it's white, it's deadly too,
And it's time we break it, me and you.
Come, let us fight and stand as one,
No matter color, creed, or run,

Come, raise your voice, and take a stand,
Against this tape, that binds our land,
Let us stand, in unity,
Our voices loud, our hearts set free,

We'll tear through its loops, unravel its twine,
We'll break through walls, we'll draw a line,
For in this fight, we'll stand as one,
Together strong, until it's done.

We rise, we fight, we push, we pull,
Against the tape, we break the lull,
For though it binds, it cannot crush,
The spirit fierce, the soul unhushed.

So we stand, we rise, we roar,
Against the tape, we break the door,
For in the end, we know, we'll see,
A world unbound, a world that's free.