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 3rd 2018