The Occupy movement needs a song.  I was playing the song At the End of the Day from the musical Les Miserable on the piano the other day when Wendy, my daughter-in-law and I both thought “that’s perfect for the Occupy Movement.”

Here are the words.  They’re not perfect, but they say a lot about what’s happening in America today.

At the End of the Day

[1823, Montreuil-sur-Mer.] [Outside the factory owned by the Mayor,] [THE POOR]

At the end of the day you’re another day older
And that’s all you can say for the life of the poor
It’s a struggle, it’s a war
And there’s nothing that anyone’s giving
One more day standing about, what is it for?
One day less to be living.
At the end of the day you’re another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn’t keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry past
They don’t hear the little ones crying
And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying!
At the end of the day there’s another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm that’ll break any second
There’s a hunger in the land
There’s a reckoning still to be reckoned and
There’s gonna be hell to pay
At the end of the day!