Reaching for riches men then sold souls, built bridges to hold tolls, and built buildings higher for you to admire, but they will just as soon feed you to fire.
They fashioned fancy crowns, so they could sit on golden thrones in their mansions and look down.
They will feed their insatiable greed, and lead entire nations to want and to need. These men, to them, we are weeds.
They cause famine to examine its effect, and yet demand your undying respect. Yet, they would willingly slit your throat, if they could not get your vote.
They are both the cancer and the cure, and the dancers on the graves of the good and pure.
Their hearts are dark and pockets deep, and they lock our chains to keep us as sheep.
They control our very wills with fake news and new dollar bills.
But, they are short of sight, for they do not expect us to fight.
We are primed to break bonds and cut their ties. My brothers, now is our time to rise. Today may we break free from their lies.
We are mightier than we may think, so I say to you this day, let’s make a fuggin stink.