Still I Rise A Poem by Maya Angelou (Modified to the Circumstances of MorganStanleyGate)

The poem "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou celebrates perseverance in the face of wrongful oppression, and has been adapted to the FRAUD-based travails of MorganStanleyGate.  It is a message from Spencer C. Young (that's me), who loves and dearly misses his family which has been ripped apart by this scandal, and addressed to the esurient bankers, unethical attorneys and corrupt public officials who have played a role in it, with the promise of his unrelenting pursuit for justice.  This will include exposing, extricating and prosecuting these fraudsters with weapons they are no match for -- namely, transparency, a fed-up populace and "TheTruth". The bedrock of banking is the public's trust, and wayward bankers who abusively engage in fraud (e.g., foreclosure fraud, employment fraud) undermine that trust.  Moreover, their unbridled greed has deluded them into believing they are above the law, and that they are empowered to whimsically deny fundamental rights granted to all U.S. citizens (for example, due process, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness) and perpetrate crimes to satisfy their self-serving agendas. I am assuming a leadership role in this undertaking, and I am doing so on behalf of my loved ones, and the countless others who have been and will otherwise continue to be defrauded and abused by such monsters.  The time has arrived to stop this once and for all.

You may write me off in history With your bitter, twisted lies You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise   Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops And weak from soulful cries?   You may shoot me with your tasers And cut me with your eyes You may abuse me with your hatefulness But still, like air, I’ll rise   Despite years of unrelenting shame – I rise Up from FRAUD that caused this pain – I rise For I’m now an angry ocean, leaping far and wide Welling, swelling, quelling those within my tide   Leaving behind dark years of fear – I rise For daybreaks wondrously clear – I rise And yielding gifts my ancestors impressed To fulfill the dreams of those oppressed   I rise . . . I rise . . . I rise