You can dub me "stupid" and you can tag me "dumb" but when our tear soaked eyes were washed away the truth was still as thick as it comes. how can i be proud of a country that trades democracy in for a fence and six thousand cops, our "nation's finest," rob me of the little freedom i thought i had left. you can believe what the headlines read and every corporate funded news anchor you see on tv. but the fact still remains i was there that day to witness so many people simply wanting to say. after all, their royal treatment and pepper spray stripped a piece off my pay. what are we fighting for? you ask. we were fighting for you. armed with nothing but the idea of putting people before profit and business, the interest of the rich elite.