We are the pulse of the margin

We are the pulse of the margin

Pushing on the storm

Clinging from the edge

We are the pulse of the margin

We are the pulse of the margin

From every sweat yet torn

Marching out with rage

We are the pulse of the margin

We are the pulse of the margin

To whom complied to hate

In joyous chant we claim

We are the pulse of the margin

We are the pulse of the margin

Beating in the lines

Bloating space behind

We are the pulse of the margin

We are the pulse of the margin

Love for only rhyme

Stomping on your ground

We are the pulse of the margin

We are the pulse of the margin

Keep us on your mind

Don’t get cross ’til we find

That we are pulse of actual human kind.

– To Dan with Pride, july 3^rd 2018